I sit here and wonder … Am I just an actor in a play; am I a prop on the stage of life? Are you a supporting actor or actress? What is our role on the stage of life? Who is the star of the play? I know I’m not the star … or am I, in my own little act; perhaps I am the star in my own little play for an audience of one? Who is the audience anyway?
When I get up in the morning and go to work, what purpose does that role have on the stage of life? Do I help others remember their lines? Am I following a script or just catching my lines on the fly? Where does all of this go? Is there a corner on the truth? I believe there is but, I go into the deep and come back with more questions.
I jump into the ocean and swim to the bottom and I come back up with another mystery. Is wisdom boundless? Can knowledge ever be exhausted? I surmise the answer to those questions are yes and no. If we knew everything there is to know, would we get bored?
Perhaps following the script is the best way to exist; let the author know the beginning and the end. I can just focus on my little part and be happy that I have a role. Sometimes though, I sneak off the stage and peek around the corner … I enjoy those bits of indulgence. ~b