It's kind of strange to think of your life as the sum of odd occurances, chance encounters, happy or not accidents, weird phenomena, positive fuck-ups, unexplainable epiphanies, molecular collisions, and supremely lucky and unlucky moments.
But there it is...
Or is it that "everything happens for a reason?" Even if you don't know the reason, and never will. And the Universe don't need no stinking reason for anything? It just is?!
Sort of makes the idea of a "plan" or "career" or an ordered existence seem sort of silly or irrelevant, or just plain off the mark.