I see it more as being dropped in a violent river when you’re born. Basically you do your best in there to survive, and although there is current, there are ways to get where you want. Swim like a pro, struggle for air, but the journey goes on.
Cling desperately to logs and try not to smash into rocks, swim against the current and go up waterfalls LIKE A MAN, swim out to a lake, pond or the ocean.
Some people get tied down with treasure chests, or stray shopping carts, refuse to let go, and drown. Others spend their life hoping some dude in a kayak will come to rescue them, others claim that there are fish hooks to get caught on, and that the truth is out there.
Maybe everyone strives to make it to shore, but truth is you’ll only make it there once you die. The journey is everything, and since in my analogy life is a river, you’re never really stuck, just depends how you see shit and go about doing shit. You can’t get stuck because it moves, but since it’s about survival, holding for dear life to what one may perceive as salvation or solution is near inevitable, I guess.