In life, the straight and narrow rarely ever goes the way we think. Sometimes we travel down a road we think is right, only to find out that we took the wrong turn. When that happens, confusion is often an overwhelming emotion that we must confront. At some point after going through the process of reevaluating our lives and wondering where we went wrong, wondering what roadblocks we didn’t notice that led us down this path, we begin to question your identity, and all of a sudden nothing makes sense anymore.

Life begins to move without us, and this is when we find ourselves in real trouble because that’s when we know we are fucked.

In life, people change naturally as they grow, but there is this unusual change everyone goes through that happens because of circumstance rather than will. It changes our world view so much so that we are never the same person again. It mostly stems from an experience so traumatic that we couldn’t possibly look at life the same way. The problem with starting over or scrapping a life we thought we wanted is that most people paint this rosy picture that finding our path is like discovering heaven, where everything makes sense. All of our problems can now be solved with clear thinking; all the dots start connecting in our lives because we know what we want, right?

Wrong! Starting over is usually frustrating — it leaves us full of doubt and even more lost than we thought we were. Finding ourself is one thing and discovering what we want is also another aspect of life, which goes hand in hand with destiny.

When we begin “finding ourselves”, the path is never straight. It’s not a conclusion that hits us at once with everything flowing seamlessly — rather it’s a process. A process that’s going to try and kill us before it ever lets us “live”, finding the right puzzle for our life also requires us figuring out how the pieces fit together — we all know how tedious and frustrating putting a puzzle together can be. The reality is that it’s painful and it hurts a whole lot.

However, the joy that comes with fulfilling our destiny, after we figure out where God is taking us, reveals something sweet and minty, sweet in the sense that it brings us back to the first time we bit into our favourite chocolate, and the melting sensation of a feeling we had never felt before touched our souls inducing a tingle with goosebumps that made us slightly touch our ear in confirmation of a new high never felt before.

But be warned, for where there is passion there is pleasure, and nothing makes for the best pleasure than guilty passion, the kind that leaves us disgusted after we’ve finally come home from the devil’s playground, because in order to get to that final destination that we’re chasing, we must fight our most beautiful vices. While there is nothing wrong with wanting a life with no internal passionate struggle — going to work, making a good living, finding purpose in other areas of life, coming back to a beautiful family — those blessed with that, we envy you. You have been blessed without the consistency of battling yourself to become who you think you should be and who the world forces you to become.

Cursed ones forced to take the road of adversity, challenge, and hardship, let’s make a huddle, shall we, as we dance with destiny until eternity reminds us of everything we make these sacrifices for? Isn’t that the purpose of every human on earth? To find something worth fighting for?