Sometimes getting lost is what needs to happen. Too often we find ourselves becoming something other than what we are or aspire to be. Often, what we become is far removed from what we feel is right. We get spellbound and county bound to one ideology; one systematic ritual of one thing leading to another. We do these things because we are required to make hard choices.
Since childhood we hear about what trials and tribulations our parents went through when they were young; which is all a load of crap because they were young and stupid once just like everyone else on this planet. They once screwed like Pygmy chipmunks in the forest just like all other 15 to 28 year old peeps. Once the kids come however, the chains and whips have to be put away only to be found years later by orphan kids in some cardboard box in Philadelphia. Most of the time I think we are all lost; lost in the mad barrage that is the equivalent of a slight of hand card trick in some side-show over in the Midwest someplace. We do not have to like being lost and drained from all the strenuous acting we have to do each day. Why do you think actors are so messed up? Yes we are all actors and we all get tired, which is why getting lost every now and again is such a good thing.
Monday, March 16, 2009
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