"... She loved them. She did. But there were times, like today, when she realized that after a youth of skating along slippery surfaces, she had now settled into a domestic rut of dazzling sameness, each day forced to perform the same show with the same players as the day before, just each player a day older. Megan wondered why it had to be that way, why we are forced to choose one life. Why do we insist that there can only be be one 'us', one life that makes us up in our entirety? Why can't we have more than one identity? And why do we have to destroy one life in order to create another? We claim to long for the 'well rounded', the Renaissance man or woman inside all of us, yet our only variety is very cosmetic. In reality we do all we can to smother that spirit out, to make us conform, to define us as one thing and one thing only..."
It does strike a cord here. Why one life? How depressing sometimes of having to choose... Going through one door closes another. Alternative lives would be so great; another life, without destroying what we have already. And the ability to go back and forth from one to the other.
Yes, but growing up is to choose, and deal with it.
Really? Why? Who said?
Yes, but growing up is to choose, and deal with it.
Really? Why? Who said?
Although I am not sure how it would all work out if we all had a Tardis..
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