The Watcher

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.

In my 70 + years on this planet people came, played their part in my life and they left. They appeared as family members, as friends, as lovers, as fellow travelers, etc, but one thing for sure, whether a passing bump in the night or a life long commitment,  eventually, they will exit center stage and leave me standing in the spotlight alone.

One day, as I wondered about these things, I came to the realization that this play, on this stage, has never been about them in the first place. Each has/had their own stage. This one is mine. I may have played different parts throughout my many lives, but this time around I am a watcher. . . and this personal blog is about what I have seen . . . through what I hope will (mostly) be an impartial lens.