The lost children

“Finding your own way”, an old saying to designate a life quest: the search of the meaning of life. Beyond the differencies and the cultures which, from time to time, tear us apart, every human being has been asked this question at least once: what do you want to be when you grow up? The answers are fanciful, utopian and, if they come out of a child’s mouth, can make you smile. “I’ll be a cosmonaut.” “I’ll be president.” So cliché, isn’t it? Yet, these are the only answers one remembers. That makes us forget about all these people who could not answer that simple auestion. They have been following or are following someone else’s path, by default, by elimination or without being able to decide on their own. I call them “the lost children” and I’m part of them.