Have you ever tried making something? Or writing a piece of fiction? Tried to stitch together a piece of clothing from scratch? Or even painting or drawing something? What’s the first thought that crosses your mind once you’ve made the decision? More often than not, it’s a mental image of what the finished piece in question will look like.
Then you go on to attempt making it / writing it / putting it together. There are always hardships on the way. Something unexpected crops up, something goes wrong through no fault of your own. Or you simply realise your envisioned piece of art will not turn out the way you wanted and hoped despite your best efforts because of a few technicalities, and it simply wouldn’t have worked. So you set about alternative routes, suddenly feeling adventurous after having abandoned the inital route as you know it’ll end up being something else anyway. When you are finally done and behold the masterpiece, what do you feel? Satisfaction with yourself and your efforts, and pleased that the efforts were worth it? Undeniably you will be saddened by the fact that the actual final piece and the one you had first imagined vary slightly, or even greatly, but then when you look at it again you’re glad it turned out the way it did because what you hold in your hand is way better than you’d have expected, and all that pain and effort and sorrow was worth it.
Life is just the same. You start out with great ideas in mind of where you want your life to be headed, what you want to be doing, what you wish to achieve in certain time periods. And all these are visions that you carry in your mind each day and aim to work towards. Yet, as the days, the weeks, the months go on, there are unexpected hurdles in your path, obstacles you hadn’t planned for and need to find other routes around and sometimes the route you took leads you to a whole new dimension in your life. And you stand there and look back at how you got there. At the end, more often than not, you feel satisfied and glad you are where you are, and the hurdles and obstacles were worth it.
This happens not once, or twice nor a dozen times in our lives, but at each step of the way. We reach a certain age or point in our lives when we learn that lesson that life is rarely what we expect it to be, and that it isn’t an easy ride and there will constantly be battles to be fought, hurdles to overcome and difficult choices to make, especially when it comes to choosing which bridges to burn and which to cross, which doors to close forever and which ones to take a chance on, with all you’ve got. Even though were are conscious of that lesson, we still tend to hope and expect life to be the way we have envisioned it.