This is your life

I guess it’s a cliché that life never turns out the way you expected it to, but just how far removed are you now from what you thought your life would be like? I don’t mean something as obvious as “When I was a boy I wanted to be an astronaut, but now I’m a civil servant” (I mean, when did you ever meet a boy who wanted to be a civil servant when he grew up?). I knew from quite a young age that I wanted to move away from my home town, and not long after that I started wondering what it would be like to live in another country. Marriage and children were never high on the agenda, but that’s not surprising at that age, is it? Still, if I look at my life now, I’d never have guessed back then that this is how things would turn out. And that’s not to say I’m disappointed either. In fact, this element of surprise is perhaps the best part. Can you imagine being one of those driven, go-getting types who set their minds on goals, then achieve them? “I want that. Okay, I’ve got it now – what else do I want?” No surprises. How boring.
How many “curveballs” has life thrown you (I guess the English, cricketing version of this analogy would be a “googlie”, right Jim?)?
I’m trying to search for an appropriate analogy here – something like life being like a box of chocolates, perhaps…? Does life feel like a rollercoaster ride, and is that because you’re not the one who’s driving?

On a side note – I used to constantly dream about driving a car whose pedals didn’t work – I’d just pootle along; unable either to brake or accelerate. Curiously, since finally learning to drive a couple of years ago the dream hasn’t recurred. Neither has the one where all my teeth fall out. I guess it’s a good sign that I’ve outgrown my childhood recurring nightmares. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I had a nightmare…

I’m really going to have to learn to structure these entries a bit more – what a shapeless, meandering ramble that was, right?