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We weren't born with a name, we were given a name. A hedgehog doesn't have a name. It's just a nameless thing with a handful of flesh and skin and a beating heart. A hedgehog doesn't even know it doesn't have a name.
 
 
   
 
Saturday, April 17, 2010
 
Why do I act? Why do I create theatre?

I forget that life isn't smooth sailing, that I can't have everything all the time. But then I fall into a false sense of complacency and I get a rude jolt when I'm reminded that I can't have my way all the time. Especially when you're living within a society of people. If I was a hermit I could have everything I wanted, all the time, no one to stop or refuse me. But I'm not a hermit. I'm not an army of one.

What is the meaning of life? Why do I exist? Theatre gives one the opportunity to be a multitude of people, experiencing a multitude of emotions and experiences. I'm constantly searching, seeking, looking. And theatre lets me live and breathe these various experiences without actually being it.

I was reminded this morning that one can never be truly satisfied. We need to keep searching.

 

 
   
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