Narrative identity

 Who do you think you are   You won't find out until time has passed and your own earned wisdom helps point you out in a crowd   What's more concerning for me is not where I am going but what meaning is there to a life long lived  Did I deserve this consequence of life's realities, little accidents that changed me from a pawn to a prince, or into a bishop or a rook  I won't know the answer to life's persistent questions until the final curtain call   Then one becomes a piece of history to be kicked about by those who care to understand your motivations that endured until their time also comes 

Anything in green is mine  The rest can be read for further understanding or complete confusion 

Source    Nautilus  Matthew Sedacca