Acting Accordingly To His Belief

We live as puppets: controlled by a Higher Being up there who is telling us what to do and what to not do. Even though people tell me “life is like a box of chocolates”, all the events I lived and I’m about to live, are already known for Him. Like a narrator in a story. He knows how the central figure will develop, who is going to win, and who is going to die. We follow his steps without knowing, we are all part of his comedy. “Remember that you are an actor in a play, which is as the playwright wants it to be: short if he wants it short, long if he wants it long” (17). We are only the actors in the play. Our opinions don’t count in this comedy we are being part of. Defying destiny is one of as many mistakes as we can make. What’s written is a fact, and therefore it can’t be changed. Oedipus once tried to change his destiny. The oracle said he would eventually kill his father and marry his mother. He thought he had erased his fate, just as the man who thought he had conquered death.

He believed he could make life longer, opposite to the man who though he could make life shorter. The playwright wouldn’t want us to alter his plan for the comedy. I’ve heard of many people, many alchemists who’ve tried to make a supposed elixir of life in order to become immortal. A renamed Nicholas Flamel was famous of achieving such goal and it is said he is still seen walking through the streets and alleys at Paris nowadays. But I don’t understand why he would avoid death. Is death really that horrible? Maybe it’s better to “let death and exile and everything that is terrible appear before your eyes every day, especially death; and you will never have anything compatible in your thoughts or crave anything excessively” (21). Those aspects of the play we consider terrible are just part of the comedy itself. Perhaps the playwright wants us to fear and pity the death. That leads us to crave life excessively. We become obsessed with life and feel we will become nothing without it. Unfortunately, life and death are completely interdependent in this comedy. There is no light without the dark. If there wouldn’t be life, we would never die.

What happens if the play we are acting on contradicts our meaning of life? We are unable to change the path were its heading, but still we have to live it accordingly. Thinking about it made me remember of Freud saying, “He does not believe that does not live according to his belief”. I should have finished this blog by now, I guess. I’ve lost the path my blog was heading, so excuse me for the irrelevance of quoting Sigmund Freud. I didn’t decide it to happen. The playwright did. Blame the playwright, not me. Due to him this blog shall end sooner or later. There are no more words to say about it. He wants it to end now and I shall obey. One last word: don’t fear death, pity the living: they are all part of this comedy.