Who, What? Where? When And Last but not Least...How?

I have so many things swooshing around in my head, and yes I did use the "I'm not sure if it's a word, word swooshing".
My life has been moving non-stop while concurrently moving about as fast as cold molasses. I don’t know how so say that over the past few months there have been oh so many ups, downs, highs, lows shake-ups and break-ups…. Well I don’t know about that exactly, but it sounded good when written.
My brother went away to war, is that PC? [politically correct as ‘they’ say] and another came home from it, while still another waits his time away. So many disappointments and precious few pleasures, sometimes I feel as though I’m being a bit melodramatic and maybe I am, but all I’m trying to do now is get back on the right track. I’ve got too many trains of thought going and more than one of them have been derailed. I’m sleeping now…maybe I can actually do that this time, and maybe I’ll get back to writing this and other things…and not abandon it before it’s time to move on….
I think that if anyone else were me, or were where I am at this moment, they might say that they are confused or unsure about where they were, what they were doing or going…but the funny thing is that I have this uncanny ability to accurately critique and analyze my own path and direction in life. Although I’m unsure as of yet whether this is a help to me or not, but hopefully that will work it’s way out. I’m not confused, I’m just stalled and for the record, “I hate it!” I just want to move forward.
I know what I want to “do” with my life, I know what I want and where I want to go, it’s the “getting there” that seems to be the issue and all of the things that have to be done to do so…I see a straight path, a clear direction but life, as it seems is not that clear and the path is not direct. So I suppose I must be circumspect and I expect I will eventually arrive. This is not an arrival that ends, but rather one in which life begins.