Returning from a Lost Journey

I don't know what to do next. This is just like the frustration and helplessness I feel after writing my name on the test question. I don't know what kind of dangerous road will greet me? Can such a weak and powerless existence be able to look up at the stars? When we are unable to control ourselves, our clear thinking dictates that we must endure the hope ahead, and return home for the most ridiculous reasons.