Revolving doors

I Shall pass this way but once, really, so why do I feel like I'm trapped in a revolving door and I can get out..........
I am of the belief finally that we all get caught up in some syndrome in our life, we try to guide, push and finally shove pieces of the puzzles presented into place, a place we know or feel they should be, and they rebuff us and seek their own destination. But as the child who played with the peg table trying to fit square into round, round into squares, rectangles into square...we keep trying to make our alotted pieces fit.
It can become futile.
Futile land is about where you get stuck in the revolving door, it's hot, you're damp, you're tired, so the mind is slipping a few notches, and still you cannot get it fixed. Phone calls that should have come haven't, solutions you sought haven't, so at night you slip into bed, and are almost giddy to pass out for the night, just to rest your brain.
Daylight brings some hopes of ............