I love the word. Bewildered. It suggests more than confusion or perplexity. It suggests being lost, not in the physical sense, but mentally gone walkabout.
I have been more or less bewildered my whole life. I was always convinced — until recently — that around the next bend in the road, that which had always puzzled me would finally come clear. As I approach with appalling swiftness my 70th birthday, I realize that my state of bewilderment and perplexity is permanent. It’s what being human is about.
I was born knowing nothing. I learned a lot of stuff, but the more I have learned, the less I know. It’s the human condition. Or at least, my human condition.
Waiter? Bring the wine list!