Do you feel lost? That might be a good sign.

Do you feel lost? I’m happy for you.

When I was a teenager, I used to say that I wanted to be Peter Pan. Now, twenty or twenty-five years later, I find myself in Barcelona, a city full of inspiration, creativity, emotion, intuition, and endless possibilities. In many ways, it feels like my Neverland: a place filled with Peter Pans, Lost Boys, and Tinkerbells (you can only see her if you believe in her).

“Be careful what you wish for,” my older self would probably say to my younger one.

Barcelona is a city where people often describe themselves as lost. No one seems quite sure how anyone survives financially, what they actually do for a living, or how long they plan to stay. And yet, everyone appears active, always moving, meeting, creating, and living as if time were flexible.

Many of us came here searching for a fresh start, a sense of belonging, or a chance to reinvent ourselves. In that sense, Barcelona delivers. But after hearing so many people say “I’m lost”, I started to feel uneasy. Then I realised something: I am lost too. I just prefer to say that I am figuring things out. And that distinction matters.

Being lost doesn’t mean being broken or directionless. Often, it means that you are searching for freedom, alignment, and yourself.

As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” So if you feel lost, congratulations. 

Losing yourself is often the first step toward finding something more honest. And yes, you may lose yourself again, more than once. That isn’t failure, it’s movement. It’s part of the quiet magic of being human.

Peter Pan, I suspect, never realised that adulthood could also be

Adventurous.

Creative.

Alive.

It may come with responsibility and discomfort, but that discomfort is often the price of growth.

Staying forever in Neverland may feel safe, but it can also keep us suspended.

At some point, my desire shifted. I no longer wanted to escape the real world. I wanted to participate in it, to create something meaningful, and to show that a curious, emotional, adventurous person can build and rebuild a life without having everything figured out. What I’ve learned is simple but not easy: you don’t need to feel ready. Feelings are temporary, action is clarifying. You learn what fits by trying, not by waiting.

In between place

Perhaps the problem isn’t that we are lost, but that we are in between. The in-between is a beautiful place, a space for exploration, play, and becoming. But it is also unstable. That instability may explain why so many people are unsure how long they will stay in Barcelona. The city often feels like a transitional space, and whether we remain there physically or emotionally is a choice. And this is where I find myself now. For me, the next step isn’t certainty,  it’s commitment. And I know that word can sound heavy. But this kind of commitment isn’t about locking myself into a single future or pretending I know how things will turn out.

It’s closer to an experiment.

Choose a direction ;)

It’s choosing a direction without demanding guarantees. Allowing myself to walk one path fully, not because it’s the right one, but because it’s the one I’m curious enough to try. There is no right or wrong here, only experience, learning, and adjustment. I can commit and still change my mind. I can try to decide differently later.

Commitment doesn’t cancel freedom, it gives it form. Without it, everything stays possible, but nothing becomes real.

We often say that cats have nine lives. I think humans do too. Each major decision, each reinvention, is a life of its own.

So no. You’re not lost. You’re open.

But to truly live any one life, you eventually have to choose it. Stability doesn’t come from knowing everything in advance. It comes from moving forward anyway, with curiosity and trust.

So I’m choosing a path, gently, consciously, and with the understanding that I can always choose again.

I want to say this once again.

Commitment doesn’t cancel freedom, it gives it form. Without it, everything stays possible, but nothing becomes real.