“But you have got to remind yourself over and over again that there are no destinations in life. Only roads.” – Christin Mihai
I am constantly reminded of how life goes exactly the opposite way of how I planned it. Life is fickle that way. Sometimes I feel like Matt Hires sings this song just for me . . .
Darling, nothing ever goes exactly how you planned it
I guess I’ve been here long enough to see
That time can be your dearest friend
Or time can be a bandit
When tomorrow changes into history
And oh my my, honey everybody dies
But you got, you got to see
That you can live your life walking in a straight line
But it’s more than just A to B
Maybe it’ll find you lying peaceful under blankets
Or bleeding at the bottom of the stairs
Oh but it’s not when or how you go
It’s life and what you make it
It’s the traveling, not the road that gets you there
-Matt Hires, A to B; see full lyrics here
I am finding that even when life doesn’t go how I planned it, it goes exactly as it was meant to. Unfortunately that is something I can only understand in hindsight. At the time I am simply frustrated. Which makes me wonder if that is why we so often we prefer to live in memories of the past, because that is the only part of our life that can make sense of.
When we are young it can be easy to forget how long life is. To us it seems short and slippery. Like we have to hold onto every second for dear life lest it slip right through our fingers and be gone forever. Time is fickle, and life never works like it should. We become discouraged, or we believe that maybe we were foolish to try. But we pray for rain even though we want sunshine, and we must allow ourselves to take steps backwards even though we want to take steps forward.