Psychologically speaking, there are few things worse than the gnawing, simmering feeling that your life isn’t turning out the way you think it’s supposed to. That almost none of our lives turn out the way we think they’re supposed to is usually of little consolation. Sure, when you get older and you start succeeding at some things, and failing at others – and when you begin to see that, as it turns out, happiness isn’t really all that strongly correlated with success and failure after all - then you finally learn how to cope with this. You begin to see that random chance is essentially the driving force of life, and you learn that contentment stems from not only coming to terms with this, but embracing it.