Our lives were never supposed to be anything dictated or decreed in some transitory cumulus ephemera somewhere overhead. I've finally come to the conclusion that the gods, the spirits, the guides, our own higher-planed selves are not that cruel, not that secretive, not that bored. This isn't a test, it's a celebration.
Think of it this way--imagine you're a parent of a child young enough to have an easy belief in wonder, but old enough to be surprised by it. Imagine, as this caretaker, setting in motion a day of such surprises, a day of unfolding wonder. Imagine the anticipation of joy you'd have as this parent, this guardian, watching your young being discovering joy.
That's what I've finally realized our lives are--loosely plotted days of unfolding wonder. We were never set up to fail, to take the wrong path , to miss our chance, to suffer under the burden of ancestral karma. On the contrary--we were taught that fear, that trepidation by beings who have peered so long into scarcity that they've become blind to the promise of joy.