Listening to the snow

I spent several hours outside yesterday in the snow storm. It was so magical sitting among the trees in silence. The snow falling made crashing sounds against the leaves that still hung on the trees. The forest was so quiet and calm. I wished that my soul could share that. Just as I feel like I have a path to follow I lose my heading. Just as much as I don't like it, I do. In a sense it is as I am truly living. Not set into one thing. Although I know I am. Why do I feel so strong to hold on to my individuality? What is it that makes me want to explore and learn? When will it be enough? I don't know. So, what is the next step? What do all these way points in my life mean? How will I navigate the next year? Just as much wisdom I have to share is just as much as I don't know.