Building a Life or Just Updating the Resume?

What makes life truly interesting? 

I haven’t found the answer to that never-ending question.

If everything in our life unfolded out of our planning, schedules, and expectations, would it be interesting? I don’t think I have an answer to that.

Or does life get interesting because it doesn’t go according to our expectations or planning? What if I could predict tomorrow morning, tonight itself, and go easily with my planning? I would be happier, I sense, but interesting? That’s debatable.

This unpredictability makes life interesting. Like the job in a corporate office, where the fixed job responsibilities or duties are sensed from the resume, we can't go easily with our life. Life doesn’t have a fixed JD, I reckon. We can plan, but we can't predict tomorrow's job responsibilities. The strangers we met from somewhere, our favorites whom we have held, all can switch their roles.

The hours we spent crafting the resumes, the skills that we typed with no trace of truthfulness, just to do the specific job duties, made us prepare the resumes for the whole life.

We may be chained to paychecks and performance reviews, but those chains don't hold the keys to what makes a life worth remembering.

So I ask myself again, am I building a life or just writing another resume?