on being lost

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh:

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

Does this same question every weigh on your mind?
What are you good for? How will you be of service to your world?

Answer this honestly. Lift the mask of self-hatred we all seem to wear and answer. Ask people you trust. But really ask yourself and find the good for yourself. No one else's answers will matter as much as the one you supply. Go on a walk and think about it. If you listen and love yourself, you will hear it. 

Van Gogh was so lost, and yet he was so beautiful. He couldn't always see it, but we can. Believe you have as much to offer this world as he did. For a man that believed he was of no worth to this world, we sure love and needed him. Maybe you are as wrong as he was. 

Consider hating yourself just a little less for not having all the answers in this moment, for not knowing exactly who you are, for not knowing exactly what you want, and for feeling or being a little or a lot lost. Lost doesn't mean we are worthless. You have a place.