October 14, 2026 · 1 min read
Alone, We Rot
Having grown up with older brothers, the tendency of childhood is to get pressured into tagging along on all various high activity activities.
The cursed beauty of adulthood is the freedom and independence we enjoy.
Unfortunately, we start listening to our own decisions, which have a remarkable tendency to favor whatever requires the least amount of effort.
And slowly, the world gets smaller.
On hindsight, it's clear that some of the best memories are outings we didn't want to attend.
We were dragged into them... sometimes practically kidnapped into them.
And we leave with stories to tell our grandchildren.
As adults, we've finally earned the right to say no to everything.
And that's exactly what we do.
Alone, we rot.
Maybe it's time to stop asking ourselves whether we feel like going.
Of course we don't.
Go anyway.
And while you're at it, drag someone else along. Preferably someone who doesn't feel like going either.
They can thank you when they're telling their grandchildren.

