Title: Those Days Gone By
Subtext: Alone with her thoughts.
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Date: 27 Mar 15 (Friday in the PM)
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Time: Less than a minute
Replies: 7
Revisions: 11
Publicity: Workshop
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The responsibility of her own life was all that remained. The others pushed daisies or grew up, starting families of their own, buying homes, launching careers – becoming stable. Adolescent-like adults, not capable of self-care let alone child-care, filled her formative years. They had long ago ash’d. All that was left was the open end of her own life, her unwritten story, pages abound.

But freedom petrified her. With the burden of other’s wrecked lives gone, the fear of making her own wrong choices left her stagnant, unchanging, unable to feel fully formed, clinging to the idea that adulthood would be better.

Freedom from obligation, you see, was actually a prison of self doubt.

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Fox » Authorship
Elk » 11:10 AM 30 Apr 15
Fox » 10:25 PM 16 Apr 15
Elk » 5:52 AM 28 Mar 15

The Thread (7)

 Author's voice in grey. 

  1. Welcome to the jungle, Fox.

    Boy there is nothing more terrifying than freedom, huh? I suppose that’s why gravity is so important.

  2. #centerofgravity

  3. Sometimes I relish the fact that we still need to eat and breathe to survive, and indeed that gravity’s still got a hold on us. Take heart, we’re not as free as we think we are.

  4. This is getting deep. I know what I know if you know what I mean.

  5. Sounds like someone needs to be shoved into shallow water.

  6. I like “ashed” here. The metaphor brings up a prime mover, which in the context of free will as a cage feels rich. More?

    Should “your” in the last line be “you”?

  7. Good looking out on the typo, @falcon.

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