Ever since I was a kid, I thought of life as a journey with a well-defined trajectory. I thought I would be able to measure my success by how I was progressing through certain checkpoints: school, college, job, marriage, house, children...all of these in the right order and at the right times. I did my best. I went to college, got into a serious relationship, tried to get my career in order. And then...everything seemed to crumble.
The relationship ended (mostly because of my own lack of clarity), I got stuck in a dead-end job, and I found myself somewhat alone in a strange city. Things were not going according to plan. I felt like a failure and I didn't know to "fix" the course of my life.
What I didn't know at the time was that it's absolute nonsense to try to predict the future. Life is full of the unexpected and if you are too worried about whether your plans are working out you will miss the beauty of what you have. Sometimes what you have is exactly enough.
If it feels like things are falling apart, remember it is only temporary. If it feels like things are coming together, that's temporary too. Don't miss the beauty of what is by thinking constantly of what should be. Just take baby steps toward your goals and enjoy the ride.