The feeling something is missing
That last turn along the road
The hesitation and yearning
Memories of the stories told
Feeling destined for other things
Yet no idea what they are
So you question everything
Before you have gone too far
Exactly where you find yourself
Is where you are meant to be
Becoming aware, then to know
There never was a path to see
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
so very true, we live in the constant unknown, and be at peace with the unknown is desirable.
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