“This is who we all are really. And then you make a choice.”
Those were the words and thoughts. He complained a lot. He complained about what he wanted to do especially, and how it never seemed any closer to being done.
“Ultimate freedom. We all have it. I guess it’s all about what you’re going to buy into.”
At seventeen, he felt a tad young to make any type of major life choices right now. He just wanted to escape from it, essentially.
“What would it be like to drive on a highway next to the ocean, with the windows open. The radio playing…. I don’t know. Something by Led Zeppelin. See I don’t even know that.”
“You’re young.”
“All these ideas get twisted in my head. I try to do one thing then get distracted by a host of others”
“Like I said. You’re young. Don’t sweat it. As you get older, it will start to come together. Don’t waste your time trying to figure it out. You have to do that. Go on that trip. Even if it means….”
“Forgoing this other trip?”
“Yeah. If your guy is pulling you one way, you can’t force your body to go in another. It will just…. twist your innards”
He chuckled at the slang, it was a strange way to describe the knot that we all carry when we know we’re doing something that’s against our better judgement or best wishes.
