Life as a chain of checkpoints — degree, salary, flat. Or life as a process with no final stop, nowhere to arrive and settle. How does the second one sit with you?

Options

• Without targets I would drift. Goals are what give me drive
• It is the cure for the midlife crash, when you hit every target and nothing happens
• I try, but everyone keeps asking where the results are
• The only final stop is death, so what exactly is the rush?