Forward

I can see it now.
He’s going to have a son named Jack and a daughter named Lily - just like he planned.
Him and her will enjoy a life of mediocrity.
They have pseudo-important jobs.
They’ll live in a culdesac in Salinas, CA, no more than five minutes from the rest of his family.
His kids will go to the same schools as his brother and cousins and he did.
There house will be messy just like he is.
They’re alright looking kids will be smart ass liberally minded little brainiacs just like he is.
They’ll be raised Catholic, right along with the clan.
They’ll go on average family vacations.
They’ll have movie night every week.
He will slowly find himself turning into his father.
His uncle will still drive him crazy at every family dinner.

And I know this is a life that I did not want, a life I made a conscious choice to escape from in fact - so why is it that I can’t erase this picture I have of his future?
And why is it that it still pains me knowing that he’s going to be living it with her?