I am still moving, but I don’t know toward what

Dear Delyara, I think what unsettles me most is not that I have no life. It’s that I have movement without enough meaning. I keep going. Work, plans, schedules, responsibilities, practical continuity — all of it remains in place. But under that, there is a quieter question that won’t leave me alone lately: toward what? I don’t know if I lost the path. Or simply stayed on one too long after it stopped feeling like mine. That uncertainty is hard to carry because it doesn’t look like failure from the outside. It looks like normal life.