For me, life has its own rhythms, its own pulses. Sometimes I'm not even aware that something is wrong until it dawns on me I'm not following the beat.
Self-evolution happens in fits and starts.
I don't move in a straight direction; progress happens in a spiral.
I read this today: "Life swings like a pendulum from one thing to another, one emotion to another, one belief to another. If you force the pendulum, it becomes a wrecking ball damaging everything in your path."
My ego sends me into existential crises.
I must be still and breathe; be still and breathe; until I pick up the rhythm again.