When we contemplate our lives, we often feel as though we are failing to hold to the plan. We’re early, we’re late, we’re not where we expected to be.
This dissonance between where we think we should be and where we are can cause pain.
But there are times when there is a reason our life isn’t following the standard track we have presumed is “right.”
At the end of the day, it is not so much important that we hew to the predetermined track, but that we arrive safely at our destination.
That, to me, is the perfect or completed life, to arrive at the destination intended, no matter what bumps and deviations may have occurred along the way.