I’ve always been intrigued by stories of people who have ”vanished” or walked away from their life. Did they start a new life, new identity and change their stripes? Or do they kill themselves with an old clothes hanger after a week being in a new town completely and utterly alone. Is it possible they left their old life, and all the baggage from it behind and found happiness in their new life. Maybe for 6 months they found freedom, but quickly realized change takes a lot more than relocating to a new zip code. Then they commit suicide with an old 84 Buick in the garage. Or is it possible, they realized with the change of address, they also had to change how they thought about themselves and took on a different outlook on life. Can we escape who and what we are, or is it hard wired in and we’re fools for thinking things could be different or better. Does happiness start from within, or does it start with a bottle of gin.
Are we predetermined to behave and feel the way we feel, or do you think we make up our destiny as we go? How much of who we are is made up from external influences and how much is internal?
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Might be possible, if stuff isn’t ingrained into them. I’ve always wondered myself.
Cool musings. I feel there is a certain entrapment, in say, a small town.. Characters are developed and people expect those characters to maintain a certain consistency. So even if you wanted to change, put effort into it, you’re still being met by expectations that may deflate your promise. To suddenly up and move somewhere else, there is a chance for redefinement..BUT, it would need to be in a larger city, less the pattern start all over again.