Crossover Episodes

Do you ever think about it?

The perception of yourself.

You walk down the street, pass someone, smile, wave, and keep it pushin’.

On the surface, it’s nothing.

But somewhere in the deep part of our overthinking minds, a question lingers:

What did that person think of me? What role did I play in their head?

Because while you’re consumed in your own life,

your own story arc,

everyone else is the main character in theirs.

And in their chapters, you’re just a momentary character, a guest.

A funny guy.

An asshole.

A narcissist.

Or a genuine soul.

The truth is, we can never fully see ourselves the way others do.

We only ever see ourselves as the main character of our own thoughts, moods, and seasons.

To others, those things are invisible, unless we choose to let them in.

I’ve always viewed my Life in Seasons.

Right now, I call this The Desert Season,

a quiet stretch of discipline, solitude, and testing.

But sometimes I forget to ask:

What seasons are others in?

What arc are they at in their own story?

It’s almost chilling to think about.

Every interaction with someone

is two storylines colliding for a crossover episode

and then parting ways again.

We are all both the hero of our own story

and simply a background character in someone else’s.

The awareness of this doesn’t have to leave you stunned.

It can actually sharpen you.

It changes the way you move,

the way you carry yourself.

It makes you realize that every smile, every greeting,

every act of kindness writes itself

into another person’s storyline.

That’s the strangeness of existence:

we live life in the first-person view,

yet we are always remembered in the third-person view.

And maybe that’s the mystery, that we’ll never know what role we truly played

in someone else’s story.