JUST A NUMBER

The past few days have been tough and if they were tough for us, we can’t even imagine how tough it must be for those who are actually witnessing this terror. How it feels when your life or the life of someone you love is under threat. In that very moment, do you feel anger? Or do you feel like surrendering? No one really knows .This is what every human being would wonder or sympathize with.

Honestly, there’s a lot going on.....A war on social media, fake news everywhere, some people wanting to destroy, and some wanting to make a movie out of it and then there’s life, which somehow, despite everything, keeps going on. We wake up, go to work, feel our hunger, and try to manage our own little worlds.

But this morning, I had a thought. (Sundays are for those thoughts, aren’t they?)What if we’re all just part of a game being played? Someone controlling the narrative, someone pulling the strings…And while we think we’re the main character, maybe we’re just bystanders.... we are just a number.

We don’t even have a name. We’re just acting on the fuel that’s being fed to us. Who are we in a war? A number.

You, me - everyone is just a number. A hundred years from now, a movie will be made. Some of us will be that running crowd in the background...side characters without even a single dialogue Or maybe…We’re just part of the crowd whose faces aren’t even shown. Just blurred figures running in panic....No name, no story, no close-up. Just moving together like a mass. Like in those war movies where explosions happen, and people run...You never know who they are. You just see bodies…Maybe that’s us. You know what I mean, right? 

Today, my life feels like that. I feel like a number. I feel like a puppet in a play I didn’t audition for.