Guided, but by whom

Ever wondered where you would have been if you had not followed the road you did.
We all follow roads or tracks out from our childhood onto the path through the life you chose to live. But did we or was the path chosen by our birth and the constraint of our parents and the influences under which our parents suffered.

So much of what we did was part of a package with our name on it. The early years, the school the first job and the subsequent things such as marriage, the person we married and the children we raised were in so many ways, predetermined. Not the specifics but in general, we search in a way we are programmed to search looking for the values impregnated in us, is it any wonder we profile in the way we do.
As I sit with time to think or look around for things to do, One has to wonder at the helter skelter ride which describes the lives of many people. What is it that possesses individuals to throw off their individuality and conform in the way they do.
Some people have the gift of getting to a destination without a plan or a map. The occurrences which happened along the way are largely, chance events with little to link them up and could as easily have escaped notice.
Sitting in a chair with the clock ticking the absurdity of the way we became sucked in and responsible for so much which lays outside our direct control but for which we built our considerable egos by kidded ourselves that, what was demanded of us, is what we were programmed to do. The hours and the worry, the heart ache and sometimes the sense of achievement. Perhaps it was the latter, a need to impress on others our self contrived worth, a worth which was far from the opportunity value we had whilst we suckled on our mothers knee.