What if life was like a play in which most of the time we believe there has to be a script somewhere, but we just can’t find it?
And so we move forward with a sense of something missing, of somehow rehearsing with an incomplete script until the script-writer at the back finishes the final draft and brings it over to us – of waiting for that moment when we finally understand what it is we’re supposed to be doing or saying.
Hence the yearning for a guru, for ‘enlightenment’, and for US publisher’s requests to ‘make it proscriptive’.
Nobody thinks they want an impromptu life. Deep down, though, the creative self yearns for this freedom of expression in the moment!
Thank you Zil for triggering this thought (ref comment in yesterday’s post – if you don’t know, you can click on a post title and it will take you to a page with that same post plus the comments on it)