A turn of the wrist

When we leave our parents and set out on our journey, will we be unable to extricate ourselves from the whirlpool of reality's splendor and complexity? Or will we meet some people by chance, fall passionately in love, and then part ways.

Will we, when going with the flow, reminisce about the days of our childhood when we still had our parents to lean on ──── would you wish to start all over again?