These are some lovely definitions created by that treasure trove of new words the dictionary of obscure sorrows. I have always been a huge fan and these are some of my favorites.
n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
On most days the thought of getting lost is laced with anxiety and anger, we are a people who have a need for structure and losing ourselves in the world definitely does not fit into that.
But sometimes getting lost is just what we need.
Whether it’s taking a wrong turn and discovering a beautiful spot in a city we have lived in our whole lives and never taken the time to fully explore, or travelling through a new country and just letting the flow take us wherever.
There is a certain magic to routine, it’s generally what helps us achieve big goals, but when we are stuck there is nothing more useful than smashing that routine to pieces and forcing ourselves into uncomfortable situations, a sort of mindfulness practice that pushes us to be in the moment and really allow our subconscious to work through issues without the constant nagging of our conscious mind.
So if you’re feeling unsure of what you need to do, go out and get a little lost, it’ll probably be the best decision you’ve ever made.