Character

I almost died last night. I was not the only one to be hurt badly, but I was the only one to truly stare at my body’s almost certain demise. But as the clutches of the spirit world grasped at me I tumbled free, to the relative safety of my companions.

I, a short tempered outcast, was then saved, quite selflessly, by another wounded man. Someone who for the little time we spent together had very little reason to truly believe in my ability, let alone my morality, to stay and help afterwards.

That act made me feel accepted in a way I never would have expected. At least, not from the way most other humans have treated me.

Of course, none of this happened in our reality. But then, how can one act well if one does not, to an extent, become the character.

There is that saying about people, how we are all just players on the stage of life. No use quoting it here, everyone knows the line and where to place the credit. I wonder sometimes, about that saying. About how many, or few roles we really do play.