Paper Earth

What if i am but an imagination of another? A character written by some unknown entity. Do I really breathe? Do I feel and touch? Is my story a tale of caution? Could it be that my life experiences are meant to help teach unknown readers how not to be? Am I the hero of the story or a nameless face in a crowd of ultimately more interesting script? Had the Author not breathed life into my character, would I still be? Perhaps we all sit, waiting in an inkwell, praying to be chosen by the hand that guides the pen. Just hoping that we are placed where we need to be on this paper Earth.