The Inevitable Inevitable.

What is this inevitable that we are delaying? This invisible wall that people have put up for us travelers, wanderers, seekers, explorers. This obstruction that we are apparently pushing back as we move forward, oblivious that we are supposed to stop and change course with it. What is this inevitable thing they have planned for us? If we choose to travel and see places we might never see, meet people we might never meet, learn things we might never learn, what, then, are we delaying? This image of what they think we should be doing, of what they think would make our lives better, more meaningful. Normal. What if this is not our image? Are we still delaying what they have set out for us if we are, instead, choosing what we have set out for ourselves? Maybe we are not ready to stay in one place just yet, for any number of reasons. Maybe we are afraid of our potential, maybe we are afraid of our lack of potential, maybe we have accepted their inevitable but want to reach it in our own time, or we are afraid of people seeing us before we see ourselves, maybe we believe we can do more, we want to do more. Maybe all of these things. Or maybe we're just narcissists pretending we're something when we're really just running away from the people who will realize it, and we're just trying to see that for ourselves. The world is a scary place. Life is a scary thing. It is precious and quick, it is our only shot. Why not defy even yourself and do what you're not even sure you can? This inevitable that they have planned for us is a trap, a safety net. "We know you are going to fail, just jump from the roof into the safety net. No one can fly, it's never been done. Just come down now. The joke is over." This is their inevitable. The only inevitable I know to be completely certain is death. And this is something I'd like to come to on my own terms, in my own time. And if that is what I'm delaying, I think we should all be happy.