lost on the highway of life

It feels like I am at a bus stop. The wrong one. Because I can’t seem to be able to find the bus to get on to get to the place where I want to be. I seem to have lost my directions. Or did I figure it out all wrong?! Was this the place where I was supposed to be? Is this what life is all about. A series of compromise and a mutual agreement with life that I have had my share of happiness and my life henceforth is over. That all that’s left to do now is to just carry on. To just exist.