There is a time in everyones life, sometimes multiple instances, when they must decide who they want to be for the next segment of their existence.
Circumstances change and you move from one phase to another. At points it is almost an unnoticeable amount. It does not hit you until you are in the thick of it, just who you have become.
I am at that point in my life.
The foolish years are over. But they do not have to end. It is always up to the individual to decide how their future will be approached.
But thats not the scary part. Not even a little. The only subject an individual has control over is the decisions they make. That is absolute.
What terrifies me. What really stings me, in the core of every cell in my body, are the decisions of the people I made it here with.
Who stays? Who goes? Where are we all heading? And will we see each other when we get there?
It is a thought I have really been trying to avoid until now, but it is over me like a wave crashing on a beach.
It is just so unsettling. The whole thing. I just want my world to change with me, but thats not how change works.
I wonder who will exit the plane, as I wait in the airport lobby.