The dream, the Path, the Story
I think she had always been afraid of herself; of her true self, and of what or whom she can be.
Well, she's always theatrical and she likes to play.. the real Play. And the play with acts. She had never realized up until recently that she loves theater, the movie and that she would have been a hell of a good actress. Well, she realized it. But it was too late. Which play to play in? :) There was no play left but that of her own life. So she decided to actually play in it..
But when it came to the confrontation between her and her own self, or whoever resembled.. then she met with the hard part.
She felt more and more sure upon herself and she thought to be very close to the person she wanted to be. Nevertheless, she realized not long ago - because she was too blind to see it - that she had the problem that most teenagers have. She was afraid to rediscover herself, to let herself go to what she really wanted.
She met this guy in a club, one night, when she decided to go out and see what life was like outside her own small world. They went out a couple of times and she felt rather at ease with him around her. They were there talking and laughing but she couldn't see why she avoided looking into his eyes. She was afraid of staring into his eyes, as if being afraid of finding God-knows-what pieces of her in those eyes, even though they were a different color from hers. She kept asking herself : why is this happening? what is the point of controlling oneself if it solely leads to engraving oneself into his or her own Self?
Apparently, she had found the answer she was looking for, but she felt it was going to be a pretty long and hard way up to where she wanted to be.
The long hard road out of hell
Well, she's always theatrical and she likes to play.. the real Play. And the play with acts. She had never realized up until recently that she loves theater, the movie and that she would have been a hell of a good actress. Well, she realized it. But it was too late. Which play to play in? :) There was no play left but that of her own life. So she decided to actually play in it..
But when it came to the confrontation between her and her own self, or whoever resembled.. then she met with the hard part.
She felt more and more sure upon herself and she thought to be very close to the person she wanted to be. Nevertheless, she realized not long ago - because she was too blind to see it - that she had the problem that most teenagers have. She was afraid to rediscover herself, to let herself go to what she really wanted.
She met this guy in a club, one night, when she decided to go out and see what life was like outside her own small world. They went out a couple of times and she felt rather at ease with him around her. They were there talking and laughing but she couldn't see why she avoided looking into his eyes. She was afraid of staring into his eyes, as if being afraid of finding God-knows-what pieces of her in those eyes, even though they were a different color from hers. She kept asking herself : why is this happening? what is the point of controlling oneself if it solely leads to engraving oneself into his or her own Self?
Apparently, she had found the answer she was looking for, but she felt it was going to be a pretty long and hard way up to where she wanted to be.
The long hard road out of hell
De obicei, drumurile lungi şi grele duc către o ţintă care merită atinsă.
RăspundețiȘtergereO altă idee bună ar fi, însă, să te opreşti din filosofat şi să faci pur şi simplu ce ai de făcut. Ce simţi, ce ai nevoie. Personal, am constatat că viaţa este destul de complicată...nu am de gând să o complic şi eu. Aşa că m-am oprit din analizat fiecare amănunt.