What if the world isn’t a stage,
but a playground of the mere mortals?
What if we aren’t actors meant to play our parts,
but ordinary people destined for greatness?
What if we have the power we crave for,
the one we pray for, inside us, somewhere, hidden?
What if we are capable of not only moulding our lives,
but changing the ones we touch, forever, for the better?
What holds us back then,
from tapping into our own source, our own existence?
For if the world is a stage,
but a playground of the mere mortals?
What if we aren’t actors meant to play our parts,
but ordinary people destined for greatness?
What if we have the power we crave for,
the one we pray for, inside us, somewhere, hidden?
What if we are capable of not only moulding our lives,
but changing the ones we touch, forever, for the better?
What holds us back then,
from tapping into our own source, our own existence?
For if the world is a stage,
The ones holding the strings simply think otherwise..
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