Isn’t our life a story in progress?
Is it not filled with happiness, misery, joy, or uncertainty?
Every single breath of ours is a screenplay?
Our anger, cry, or longing: are these not some kind of screenplay?
If we take a break, think deeply. We realize it is a construct of our thoughts, past experiences, or upbringings.
We are the writers of our script, our life. We have a limited reel( time) to make the best out of it.
Because it every passing second, we are missing out on the best of our craft.
How is your story coming along? Is it a hit or a flop, or a struggle?