My Own Story

 

My own story:

it's my own story, fictional and once believed - that I once thought my narrative was true, and that I was the author of it's theme. Of course life is real, I am informed by the pain and joy of my experiences, and have no doubt of what I feel. Yet not everything is true, and I am most certainly not the sole author of the story that unfolds. 

life is it's own story, a continuous happening of moments, and immersed in this, intimate to the point of one, my story is only told as life. There is no other tale. At least within the moment which occurs - it's later, another moment happening, that I narrate the details, remembering myself as in command. I make myself the author. 

but it's not really, entirely, my story, not my own - there are infinite aspect at hand, entwined, and all unfolding. Every part of me belongs to this full story. My body tells of every cell and molecule at play within these fields. I am not the author here, but simply part of their story. Life has me in its course, and I can find myself as no more than momentary current, carried through experiences, rich and varied in all that's offered. My response to everything is instantly life's story. 

it seems my real story is so much larger than believed, and I am only a character through such an epic tale. As such, I play my role in convincing fashion, with full range given to every scene that life provides. I am not limited to any script that's written, life is always fresh, new, and my response will always certain to each moment. 

my only role is just to be. 

~

Peace, Eric