Lost : In 100 Words

What a strange thing it is, to find my world upended over a simple, earnest question I thought never to hear. My road was mapped, my heart content. Now the horizon I thought was set seems only to have been mirage, and I am at a loss. How does one mourn a future, find peace in uncertainty, and keep a wandering gaze from straying from the One True and Faithful Destination? And how does one even begin to know one's heart? They are deceitful things, desperately wicked, and my own follows a winding path I cannot fathom. Sovereign, send direction!