In the beginning was......was......hmmmm...who was there?

A life of yesteryear's, folded neatly and stored in the brain, a life of promised tomorrows, imagined to be like what they can never really be like. It is indeed just a movie script, all that I see, with players set to play particular roles, even the ones whom are designated to believe that what I write is foolish. Of course it is foolish, because it rails against the scripted beliefs that they hold to and claim as their "truths". Who am I to try to convince them that they are living foolishly, that they should try to convince me that my ways and beliefs are mistaken. It is not my job, but some of those around me and in this larger world feel they are duty-bound to offer course-correction, insights and platitudes into my particular way of living. I am flabbergasted and yet so familiar with this way of thinking. We all always believe we know what is best for others, but is that true? Isn't it really true that we are deeply inflicted with a need to change others, manage the chaos of this life, make the right decisions to prevent others from mistakes, as though we could answer for their need to learn what it is that they need to experience.....to be continued.....