Sometimes lost is where you need to be

Battlestar Galactica, in my humble opinion, might actually be the greatest story ever told.  I'm not kidding.  I'll save my reasons for another day but let me share this one little gem with you.  I'll try not to spoil the plot so please forgive me if my description sounds cryptic.

By the last season, every character has suffered devastating disillusionment.  Starbuck has suffered more than most because she possibly had the greatest role in humanity's hope for salvation and end of suffering.  Those hopes were left undone, untied, unsettled… for everyone.

Proverbs 13:12 says, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life."  Well, in the story so far, everyone's heart is sick because they don't know the end that their brilliant writers have penned for them.  They could not predict it because it's such a left turn.  Sadly, they're giving up one by one, each with a different threshold of tolerance for disappointment.

A piano player (possibly angelic) tells Starbuck, "Listen, you may feel like hell. But, sometimes, lost is where you need to be. Just because you don't know your direction doesn't mean you don't have one."

All we children of God, I think to myself sometimes, feel so lost and alone, each one.  I'm dramatic like that.  It's the One Thing I find that unifies us mortals and gives us little pieces of flat ground to stand on.  You know… like those poor sheep and cattle fenced in on the sides of tall, grassy hills. I often imagine one of them happening upon a small piece of flat ground and wondering to themselves in a flash of enlightenment, "This feels strangely normal… though I've never heard the word… but yes that must be the word… Nor-Mal… and I've never felt anything like it…"  (I digress.)  It's a touchstone of reality, this common feeling that we are uniquely alone that ironically makes us feel not so alone after we see it.  It's the "lost" part we don't do well with. Sure, we're all alone but surely I'm one of the few, the weak, the Lost.

The way I see it is that alone *is* lost.  We all feel it:  The out-of-control-ness, the out-of-my-hands-ness, the I-didn't-ephing-get-to-vote-on-how-this-life-should-go-ness.  Some of us have more of a handle on it than others but so what?  It still remains.

At the same time, I see it like this:  My story isn't over.  It has a brilliant writer.  In fact, it would be as impossible for me to guess the end as much as for our heroine, Starbuck, to guess while she sits spitefully on a piano bench defying the messenger of a greater truth.  And even if I'm wrong, I'd rather die a soul with spark than a soul whose spark extinguished long ago.  Maybe that hopeful spark is more important than "reality" because at the end of the game we die.  I'd rather die with spark.

One of my favorite quotes is, "Be kind for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle."  I would be as bold as to say that our great battles boil down to feeling lost.  I would be even bolder to suggest that we should be kind to ourselves when we feel so.  And maybe, if I were really bold, I'd take it one more step and say hey, just because you don't know your direction doesn't mean you don't have one. 

Sometimes lost is where you need to be.