You were pushed in this world. You cried when you arrived. Mom shoved her nipple in your mouth and you suckled and slept. You slept thru and shat. ...and then cried again. That's all about your genesis. Shakespeare called you an actor, but all through your life you think you are a director.
Whatever, you are just a victim of circumstances. ...circumstances, which you create by chasing your instincts. ...instincts, which are always right, in whatever mess they lead. You die as a popper without ever creating a void. In short, that's the story of everybody's life.