From a very young age, a goal of mine has been to be the king of my own domestic castle, making decisions, providing for the household, doing things I wanted, and beholden to no one.
Then I got a little older and figured out that my actions had repercussions and I was accountable to someone in charge. First it was my parents, school, the law, then my jobs. I grew older and wanted someone to share my life with, then realized that my actions can heal and harm intensely. The older I got, the more I wanted to relive the simplicity of never needing to second-guess my decisions, of being utterly at rest in this world.
Now, I don’t want that anymore. I want to be responsible. Not the “responsible adult” or “your actions have consequences” or “set a good example for those younger than you”– those are shallow and momentary requirements. My life should be generational. The milestones I set must ripple throughout the world. I want the things I do to matter more than I can know. Make me responsible for my life, and I will own it.
Thought of the day.
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