Koda

Isn’t it funny, how we can end up playing so many roles in our lives. How suddenly we’re exchanging places with people, taking the roles of people who once held them too. How one moment you’re someone for one person, and suddenly you’re someone completely different for another.

For some reason, lately I’m reaching to find a metaphor in things.

Every now and then, I cross paths with a person for a moment and then we go our separate ways. Some of these experiences feel like little vignettes, little pieces of something larger that I haven’t found yet. Who am I?

I’m that guy in the field, who for the life of him could not get his boomerang to return to him.
And every time he loses it, he has to return to it instead of it returning to him.

Sometimes in life I feel like I’m playing a character in a story. The character isn’t me, bit I accept it because it’s something I know I can become for the moment.

Stories aren’t always bad. Maybe you’ll be in mine some day.