A protagonist is the main character of a story. They are often depicted as the hero, at least in their own point of view. I find myself in a position of reflection of how this correlates to our living story. After all, we all believe we are the main character it’s our life, it’s our story. And I think we all believe we are the “good guy”, making decisions that are “for the best”. Some elements of ego might even go so far as to think, “if everyone thought/felt the way I do, the world would be a better place.”
While we are the protagonist in our own story, we are simultaneously written into others as well. Sometimes as a sidekick. Sometimes as a sage. And of course there are times we play the villain. We may not stay for the whole tale to be told, but we may pop in for a chapter, have a huge, pivotal part; only to leave again. We have our favorites that come and go throughout and some change the entire plot in such a way that makes our protagonist grow. In the best of stories, that happens every time – growth.
Alas, the great desire – what does our “hero” want? Love, family, flexibility, power? And what when he/she has it? Is there a happily ever after? Or do we find that our hero never truly knew what they wanted and shared all this struggle with our other favorite characters for something they only thought they wanted…. only to end their tale with everything they sought and nothing which fulfills them. It doesn’t take much for that plot-twist. After all, the interconnected weaving of stories requires only one small-part to have chosen to stray or perhaps recognize a dishonesty of self-ambitions. For every character, every action is a matter of choice, we are both freed and enslaved by it.
Then there is. of course; what story does not possess a quality conflict? Are these challenges an opportunity to grow together, as a group or even in terms of healing as a broken individual? Does any story, ever truly end? Regardless, the long journey was an experience, never a waste; and perhaps the happily ever after instead marks a to be continued…
I share these stories with so many hopes. Sometimes, I am simply writing the words I wish I heard while encountering my own struggles. Others, I hope to inspire with a mindset that has born such wild, passionate fruits, even if only in passing seasons, that I would hope you could savor a seed of it and realize the greatness that exists within your own story that you can enrich with those you love – if only we are brave enough to live it.