Let’s imagine that life is a play. And in that play there are 3 – the actor, the observer (crowd) and the act itself.
Out of these three, who are you?
I used to believe that I’m the actor. I used to hold a story of my own, about who am I and what I am doing here (a Jewish, an Israeli, a secular and so on…).
Later on I thought that maybe I’m actually the observer. Things are happening and I’m just watching them, knowing that my thoughts about myself are just the parts of a false self identity.
But lately, a strange feeling is starting to crawl inside me, one that says that I’m not even the observer, but the act itself, or the theater hall. Both the observer and the actor are contained inside its endless and quite space, doing just what they have to do in order to make the theater come to life.