ALL THE MEN AND WOMEN MERELY PLAYERS

Cameras, Lights...ACTION!
Your LIfe, Your Movie, Your Way.

by
Robert Farmilo

What strikes me as strange and odd is the idea that I am somehow unique in the world of human beings.

I know that I am protoplasmic blobbiness, a colision of genetics and upbringing.

I think I think thoughts.

 
And I know that I am addicted to movies.
I consume movies.

It dawned on me some years ago that we are all extras in each other movies...and flip side of this...we are all the stars of our own movies.

Some of us are only extras in the movie of your life...people who do not have any lines...are seen but not heard. And then some of us might be bit players with only one or two lines. We appear in the movie of your life only briefly, and then we are gone, never to be seen again.

You get the general idea, right? 

Some of us come and go several times in your movie. We are reocurring characters. And some of us are supporting actors.

People like your son or parent, best friend or worst enemy...the love of your life or your ever faithful pet dog. We come and go in the movie of your life.

Which brings me to the first main idea of this article:

IF you could write the movie of your life, what would be the plot?

IF you could change something in the movie you are making right now (your current life), what would you change?

I am not saying you can really do this --- I know it is fanciful, even silly --- but take a few moments and see what pops into your brain when you ask yourself those two questions.

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And here is the second main idea --- who is writing the script in the movie of your life? 

Are you writing the words that you will say to whoever is in whatever scene you are currently shooting?

Stunner question about this second main idea: Do you think you are really writing most of the dialogue in advance of the shooting of each scene of the movie of your life? 

I think you are just basically adlibbing --- you know, words just come out of your mouth, often before you have a chance to edit any of it for the long haul effect.

Oh, I know some of it is filtered. You don't just start screaming in faces what you are really thinking and feeling at any given moment. You have some self-control.

But a lot of what comes out of your mouth is not high level Sharespeare, is it? And how many times have you wished you could shove those words back inside...after you'd finished vomiting word spum?

Flip-side reality haunts many of us, this one, right here: How many times have you wished you had piped up and spoken your truth? Or lied your face off? Or just kept your mouth shut?

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Now comes the really difficult fact about the movie of your life, and that is the entire part of the movie that only you really know about, and that is the part that is going on inside your bleeping head...and your heart, too.

Yes, I am talking about what you are thinking and feeling. The secret part of you...the stuff that goes on, like the thoughts you are thinking right now as you read this bleep.

Do you think you are writing the thoughts you are having inside your mind while you are making the movie of your life? 

How about those feelings that come and go...the ones you bleeping well feel in your body and that often make you think crazy bleep, make you want to become The Terminator?

Are you writing all that stuff and including it in the movie of your life in a deliberate, cool headed way, BEFORE you shoot the next scene of the movie of your life?

Interesting to get inside all this bleeping bleep, isn't it?

Shakespeare Had It Right...Write?

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
(from As You Like It, spoken by Jaques)

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

That is why, more than ever, you need a deep and lasting connection by way of telepathy with the creator of the movie of your life. Yes. The creator of your life. That guy..er...guyess...hmmm --- perhaps this is the moment for me to use no-gender "it"?

And here is how you can do that:

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