the realization that the plot of your
life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you
were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed
in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the
same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had
originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all
along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.
From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows