When I ask myself : what do you want to do?
Well...I like to act, and sing, and pretend that I can tell jokes. But I have no need to create. I have no need to tell other people's stories.
And there it was. What I want: To have my own stories.
I want that feeling like "If I don't say this right now I'm going to burst." I want to make mistakes and feel embarrassed and get hurt and grow old and have babies and...and feel something. But mostly I want to feel alive. Like I am shaped by my experiences in a significant way. Like I have earned my happiness.
And then I want to share that happiness the best way I can. Like a love song. or a film, or just maybe an entry in my online journal... But it must happen. I can't be me until it does.
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