Dante begins “The Inferno” with:
In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost. It is a hard thing to speak of, how wild, harsh and impenetrable that wood was, so that thinking of it recreates the fear. It is scarcely less bitter than death: but, in order to tell of the good that I found there, I must tell of the other things I saw there.
When you begin to question the conventional ways, step off the path, and walk in a new direction, the woods get dark, and seem impenetrable.
What to do?
Hundreds of years after Dante, the great American poet Walt Whitman provided an answer. Go forward. You will find you are larger, better than you thought, and see how much goodness you hold.
Here is a wonderful realization of this poem, “Song of the Open Road.”