Theatre of Dreams

Have you ever woken up one morning and for a split second wished you were someone else?

Because being you for some reason in that point of time was just too hard to do.

I know how this whole thing will play out like some predictable soap opera. Someone has kindly passed me the script and to no one else. The people I meet are like some stage actors of a play that has been written. It is weird sensation to feel like the star and the director all in one.

But the truism in all this is that you have to accept that people don't change. They might hide things better, deal with it better but the essence of you is still the same. Nature. It's a powerful force. To keep angst at bay, it is best we realise this simple truth. Then decide whether it is worth the pain or suffering. Most people aren't all bad or all good. If they were, things would be much easier.

Each of us have a part to play and our roles differ based on responsibilities and obligations or even liabilities. It shapes us, it defines us. The invisible label... an oxymoron if there was one.

So where was I? There was an intermission in the play and I stepped off the stage to get myself an overpriced cup of ice-cream. The second bell has rung and the audience are seated. It was a fantastic first half and only the best plays can have a second half that rivals the first. Just you watch.

Because despite my neuroticness, intensity and emotional melodramatic existence which serves to exhaust me each day, I would not trade places with anyone. So do you accept that people don't change? Good. Then why would you expect me to?