Inevitabilities

If life works out the way we imagine it and reproduce it day by day, we will wake up 20 years from now and we will have kids that we long dreamed about and fought for, children that we are passionate about and that we occasionally neglect, sons and daughters that we love and who at times take a backseat to our own confusions. We will have children and we will be divorced. Divorced after having found one to build a home with, after madly falling in love and nights of passionate sex, after negotiating values and traditions and living room curtains, after realizing that while we might choose to stay with one person, we can still fall for others. We will be divorced and all practical about it, now on the lookout again - not for the one, but for someone. Someone who knows that linearity is a construct.
We will wake up 20 years from now with a job that we've grown into and that we like sometimes and in which we are somebody, but also a job that keeps us wondering if there is something else calling for us. Something that can be all new and exciting again with the nausea and the euphoria of beginning... In 20 years we will have built a house or furnished a flat. There will be pictures on the walls and boxes containing all old memories in the attic. After years of cluttering up the rooms with all our belongings, we will have made space for all the things we are not and it will look so neat, so sophisticated that it will be a tie between appearing spiritual and just feeling empty.
If life plays out the way we write screenplays, then that is where we'd end up. And maybe we will. But even then it'd be nothing like we imagine it now. Because life is not the sum of our history. The present is not connected to the past. Not really. We like to think that it is. But if we'll wake up in 20 years, after starting a family and wrecking a marriage, after establishing a career and building a house - chances are, we'll still be the same. Inevitably.