Tasteless Origin

Yet another day is her bleak life. She looks out the window at the rustling leaves of a huge oak across the street and wonders why her life is so unsatisfying, so bland. Where has all the flavour gone? Was it the wrong ingredients in her pot of choices - her fault, or just the lacking quality that she cannot control, she cannot choose. She is where she is with those whom are given to her, and cannot choose any other. She can however move away, meet new people, pretend the old never was, but she will always be who she was at the start. You can't change circumstances of creation, you can only change the pitstops and the destination but never the beginning, never the start, never what matters the most, who you truly are.