I totally get that. Sometimes it feels like the world writes the plot and I’m just along for the ride. But maybe the twist is that I can scribble a line or two in the margins and make it mine.

That’s a pretty cool way to look at it. I keep thinking about how many times I’ve laughed out loud at a line that felt too on the nose for me, and then I write the whole scene over in my notebook, just to make it fit my own rhythm. It’s like turning a flat script into a dance, you know? And maybe that’s the real art of living—finding the moment to say “hey, this is my line” when the world hands you a role.