Is it okay to not know what you want to do with your life, even as an adult?

At some point the world stops asking what you want to be when you grow up and starts expecting you to already be it — even when you're still figuring it out.

Not having a clear path doesn't mean you're lost. But it can feel that way when everyone around you seems to have an answer.

Are you still searching for what you're meant to do — and does that feel like freedom, or does it keep you up at night?