Aging Apart

As one grows older, one finds a crossroads. One leads along that path you have been on, the other is one with only enough space for you to travel. You turn to your parents, the ones who have loved you and cared for you, and you seem to have to choose between them and yourself.

It has to be the hardest choice. And it does not simply happen quickly, it takes time. Every second burdened with that choice is a weight on the soul. It starts slow, when you do not always appear downstairs for the shows you used to watch. Then it goes to the movies, when you see stuff with friends rather than parents.

Your parents will hint at it, subtly waiting for a response. All you can do is stand there and feel like the worst child ever conceived. But you cant have both. You can try for moderation, but if the parents hold on, you can only be trapped. Most take the path of individuality, and some continue along with their parents. But the choice is the worst....