A strange realization passed over me today. It came as I was watching a magnificent sunset. Hues of oranges, pinks, and white clouds filled the skyline. All the while, I had the unstoppable urge to try to film it.
I’ve had this feeling before. Sometimes I observe something and immediately write it down. Funny moments have become commodities for me to take on stage. Sometimes it feels like my life is for other people. Everything I experience will eventually become something for someone’s entertainment. Is there anything left for me? ‘A laugh that only I’ll have, a lesson hand picked for me, anything?
Perhaps not. After all, life is a shared experience. From the time I was born in July of 1994, I claimed my share of life. Some pieces previously belonged to others. My parents’ lives became mine, for the most part. As I grew up, my life was shared with classmates, friends, girlfriends, and coworkers. And now it’s shared with you.
So is it selfish of me to feel short changed at times? I mean, we all are but simultaneously we also enjoy the surplus life offers. I’ve experienced things that I didn’t deserve. Felt love when I didn’t earn it, seen miracles too unbelievable to conceive. I barely deserve my next breath. So, I suppose, it all balances out in the end. I share life with you as you do with me; until the end.