"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly." Neil Gaiman
I was thinking the other day, as I generally do in between the talks and walks of life what defines people and how does that shape them? How does it affect their outlook on life, the plans they have, the expectations, their dreams and fears?
What is that one thing which defines us? Is it a person: a parent, a sibling, a spouse, a hero? Is it an event: the birth or death of someone, a particular achievement? It is a feeling: of fear, of love, or protection? Is this thing that defines us the same thing that holds us back or is it that which propels us forward?
Going through all these motions in life, making decisions consciously or unconsciously, time passing, meeting people and new cirumstances. Suddenly, or maybe not quite, what happens when the thing which defines us fails to be? Can one organize and re-arrange, really? Or does one simply choose a different route in spite of the gap never closing?
