exceptions to the rule

I don't think many of us grow up thinking that our life is going to be one that is an exception to the rule. We might have thought that we would check off each of the boxes at the appropriate time, and the appropriate time would come as we place one foot in front of the next, without any major gaps or any idling.

One may argue that the majority does not meet the expectations and, therefore, there is no rule. But even if that were true, that there is a direction towards which we mostly face is also true. Nothing against this- it is biologically understandable, the life force, the survival of the species, etc.

My only request would be, if someone could hear me, that they lean in and even in the softest of whispers tell me that things are going to be fine, that I will end up in the place I was hoping to arrive at. That I am merely taking a circuitous route.

But I am not misguided.