I’m not doing that. Writing in spite of myself.
I shot this photo yesterday at the spur of the moment. You only see the shadow image of the tree … not the real thing.
Isn’t that the way it is with us people, quite often. We only allow so much of ourselves to show … we choose what to show, and that way very few people get to see the real you.
We play our parts in life … in different situations we play a different part. Sometimes it feels like I haven’t even got the manuscript, and I’m supposed to play the character role in this big play, called My Life.