They knew why they didn’t want to fly.
Or move away.
Or take a new job.
Or work out.
Or try anything new.
Oh, they had their excuses, I mean reasons. They clutched on to them like lifelines. Excuses are reasons so transparent you can see through them. “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!” they yelled, desperately, when the man was in clear view.
Fear can be paralyzing.
For some reason, I never got that memo. Maybe the stork dropped me off a few houses too far. Or just maybe being so different from my family was exactly the memo I was supposed to get.
I’ve watched people I know live narrow, small lives bounded by fear and it makes me sad.
I watch them struggle and pretend, and am tempted to ask, “Who are you really fooling?” But I never ask, because I know they’re fooling no one.
Not even themselves.