We listen to our inner voices, our inner monologues, whether they are friendly or not. We are captains of our own ships.
We are self-interested, self-conscious, and sometimes self-centered.
We worry about what others think about us. How others perceive us.
But the truth is, we are only the protagonist in our own story. The leading lady, in my case. In everyone else’s story, we are nothing but supporting characters.
With some of the people we concern ourselves the most, we aren’t even supporting characters. We’re extras on their set. We appear for a time and barely register in their consciousness, regardless of the car we drive or the jeans we wear.
The knowledge that we are supporting characters can be a little sad, if you think about it. We don’t even register, really? We’re just passing through?
How small that makes us.
But in reality, it’s so wonderfully liberating. When I take an honest look at my friendships, at my relationships, and my family, I can see the places where I am an extra, and the places where I’m in the running for best supporting actress.
As an extra, I can come and go as I please. I can go to the party, but I don’t have to stay, because the leading man in that story doesn’t concern himself with the extras.
If you think about your own life, you are your own protagonist. Your supporting characters are where you should be spending the majority of your time and energy.
I’d be willing to wager that the people you see as extras see you the same way.
Go, live your life bravely and with honor. If your life were a movie, then you better make sure you’re spending more energy on the big-font names than you are on the ones without even their name in the credit reel.