Who among us hasn’t dreamed at times of revolution – of abandoning our routines and starting fresh – shaking our lives like dice in a cup?
Even for one whose situation is perfectly satisfactory – imagining a total disruption can beguile.
It’s the ultimate rebellion against mortality – for potential is nearly synonymous with youth.
We are born wandering an intact Pangaea of possibility; the choices we make and the years ticking by – break continents away under our feet until we are each left standing on a small personal island of identity.
There we are deemed to be in our final form and can be spoken of as having ended up.
The urge toward self-reinvention goes deeper than the risible ‘midlife crisis’ of popular culture; it’s a cri de coeur from that island – insisting: ‘I am more than I seem’.
Even ‘The world is bigger than this’.