Sunday

here goes another weekend, another Sunday, another week, and now comes a new one, full of it's pushes and pulls,deadlines to meet,things to learn, things to sort out, it's quite a handful already,
I remember tricksters of childhood day, juggling so many balls at a time,the glass ones, the one in the intent eyes of the kids, the watchful ones of their parents, the disapproving ones from Know-Alls,expectant ones of his kid little tatter=wrapped kid standing nearby, the reproachful eyes of a wife who wanted a better quality of life, who thought his Hero will make it in life, The eyes of envy, the eyes of resentment,m of deceit,the eyes of the monster named fear. I used to see all of them, miss few sometimes. I still wonder what stuff heroes are made of; is the act of survival not the Heroism enough for the juggler? oor making it big, earning money makes a Hero? or dying at hands of known and unknown aliens, or killing them makes you a Hero?
Or you become Hero if you break new ground? or rather break new acceptable ground?
A hero is someone who is the lead character in a play, who takes forward the inherent message of the play as against a villain who serves to provide a measuring stick to judge the message.
I guess Sunday is a good time to ask this question, what is the message that i am carrying in this play?
Second question would then be whether this is the authors message or the counter message?