How often do you think of your life as a sort of quest or journey? Perhaps over the course of this “journey,” you make some profound discovery about who you are. Maybe you “find” love. Then, later, maybe you “lose” it. It might even be that you envision your moment of death as one of existential fulfillment when, as you draw your final breath on the Earth, you think–maybe even whisper dramatically–that you’ve done everything you were “supposed” to do.
Yeah, that only happens in the movies, I’m happy to say. Life might be a lot of things, but it is anything but a journey.