I feel like I’m in preschool, as the new kid in front of many who are bigger, stronger and smarter than me. Everyone looks as though they already know what they are going to be doing in life, understanding the most important outcomes of this part of your life is just a breeze, having studied up on it with a fresh new book while you somehow never received your informational pamphlet.

It’s an eerie feeling, having to come to terms with this new path you are walking on; it’s both scary exciting, because you know that if you screw this up, then you have failed at life.

Of course that’s just a hyperbole, but do we know that when the time comes? Do we understand that we make these parts of our lives more daunting than it needs to be?

The short answer is no. Sure we could tell ourselves that we are living an entire life, and this is just one small part of it, or that we just need to get a hold of ourselves and look at the positives, but living in that moment, the next big moment of your life, keeps you from seeing the bigger picture; it gives you a sort of tunnel vision that you blind yourself with, and that makes everything scarier.

That’s how you know you’re in the next part of your life, when everything seems new and big and scary, like a toddler going to school for the first time in their life. You want to cry and go back to the way things were, but there is no return. Figuratively, anyways.

We can always go back, play the safe route and forget all the big decisions that make you who you are, but is that the point of it all? Is that why we do things?

There’s no way to know how something is going to turn out, no matter what anyone ever tells you. Sure something might seem like a guarantee but life always has a way of twisting a knife just right to make something hurt like hell. Maybe it’s just mud on your new coat to a new interview, or maybe you can’t get hired in a new city. Different strokes for different folks, the saying goes, except the strokes is life happening to us.

I hate using life as an excuse for something to happen though. I hate the fact that I can’t think up of another reason that something would happen. I hate feeling like I don’t have control over my life the way I want to, and yet I can’t find a way to explain things out of my control. Because there's things we can’t control that just kind of happen, and we have to learn how to adapt to them.

But we can’t do that lying around in the same place for years on end, just hoping something will happen, that life will find a way to make everything good for us as we sit twiddling our thumbs. We have to go to that big world where we feel like a preschooler going into the playground with no friends for the first time, because in the end that’s all we can do. That’s how we know we’re at a new point in our lives, when we feel like the toddlers in that new classroom, and we have to handle the little things life hands to us.

Why? Because that’s life.

C’est la vie.