Organic growth. That's one way to think of your life. "Of, relating to, or obtained from living things." Your life is organic in itself. A slow unfolding. No artificial ingredients
Also, no plan. Lots of aimless wandering and spinning. Sometimes spinning out. A few dead-ends. Hard stops. Detours. You emerge, as you emerge.
Early on you may have been attracted to the odd cases, the wizened souls, the interesting characters. And then, one day, you realize you are all that, and more, or less. But not exactly what you imagined you would be.
And you are still living, growing, emerging. At least as long as you breathe...