I'm working on some paper revisions, due in a few days. I have been busily rewriting code a co-author originally wrote, because that co-author decided to just quit on us. This afternoon I got jump up and down excited, because I managed to advance from one error I had been stuck on since yesterday afternoon, to a new distinct error in the code.
And I thought, "Wow, what a metaphor for life - slow incremental advancement from one error to another."
There ya go, Life is just slow incremental advancement from one error to another. So slow that you are excited by moving between mistakes.