Thoughts, Actions, Results: Life

I live. I wake in the morning. Upon waking, I sit up, I breathe, I look, I touch, and I smell the world around me. I eat and drink. I taste what I eat and drink. And I consider everything. Often however, I fail to understand what I consider. I accept my stupidity.

There was once a time when I believed myself to be intelligent, not nearly as intelligent as those around me seemed to believe themselves to be, but intelligent nonetheless. I felt aware of my surrounding as though they were controllable and I became rather proficient at controlling them or at least doing what I imagined to be me controlling them. I was a conquering protagonist in the theatrical role of my life; that is, not the role of my life, but rather, the role of a man living his life wherein the man in question is me.