The force of nature

Everyone says nature is a force, but in reality, it's just forced. Wolves are forced to hunt to survive, the world is forced to change by the creatures inhabiting it. Young females are forced to choose a mate, make a family and care for them. Young males are forced to become providers, work and toil for families that later on are forced to go seperate ways, if it's their own new family, a different choice or a mistake that shuns them. Forced smiles are expected from young girls, forced strength is expected from young boys. And none of it is really a choice, there is always an ultimatum, either you do this, or this will happen, don't do this and this won't happen. Nature is a force, a force that holds us on the ground, spinning wildly around the sun, hanging in the middle of space, listening to the echos of our parents and other people who were forced to force us. Nobody knows when it will end, or if it will at all, but if it does end, it will be forced, just like the rest of us.