It is a commonplace that golf serves in multiple ways as a metaphor for life. Let me mention some of these metaphors and lessons of the links.
Life is a trudge through a series of frustrations and disappointments that ultimately must end in weariness.
Each shot may be likened to a plot point in a novel, and you must travel from one to the next. If the journey between shots is picturesque and pleasant — whether walking or tooling along the cart path — it makes the game or the novel that much more enjoyable, no matter how tragic or triumphant each individual shot might be.
Success if fleeting. A well-struck shot that goes where intended does not ensure the next one will. Each address of the ball is sui generis with its own complications and difficulties. Every day of life is like that.
How you deal with failure is as important as how you deal with success. That’s true whether you’ve sliced you drive into the next fairway or have been passed over for promotion.
Money (equipment) is a factor. But practice and skill matter more.
You will never be perfect, but trying to improve remains worthwhile.
In case you were wondering, yes I did golf yesterday.