condemned to be free

The absence of confines, of real, external limitations, does not seem to also come with the knowledge of what to do next, where the road that opens up leads. I form a hypothesis of the hand of some hidden god that sets the whole drama into motion, calling on this Unknown God to wake me up and show me the way forward. This too is a way to defer having to make a choice, a way to not acknowledge that I am a free agent responsible from now on for my choice, for the path my will and actions will trace. A little light is all that is necessary, will the light source manifest itself?