Some of us forget what it really means to grow. We mistaken the grand with apparent success on the relative plane- material wealth, a secured partner, sufficient adulators and minor tribulations. It becomes a game of navigating in mapped waters only, discarding the possible and seldom encouraged discovery of uncharted territory. What for? We know what's socially desired, what will be admired and praised by our onlookers. The script has been laid out before us long before our conception, when our unmarried parents used to dream out loud their marvelous plans for us- the same plans society had handed to them on a silver platter, only this time they would throw the internet, and a few other (to them) futuristic adaptations, in the mix. But as an uxorious man is with his wife, I can (should) not be weak by succumbing solely to the known, which I might think I love because I've savored nothing superior.
If I repeat the same general cycle, if I only do what I already know, if I never walk further or swim deeper or fly higher than I ever have before, or at least seen by what's socially applauded, am I really growing?