Since I chose Theatre as my course in college, I anticipated a life taht breaks in the circle of daily living. It has brought me to a world where passion and skills would squeezw you on both ends and ties you to everything that could make your being into a more humane state--feeling the hurt, happiness, love, success, failure and freedom. All of these packed in a single bag that I carry while taking my journey outside of the box which I once dreamt of getting in. I have been curious to what that box inside looks like...how it feels to be there. When I was younger, and thought the bag that I carry's getting empty, I fearlessly tried opening it. I hoped for a better atmosphere and better way of breathing. But I was surprised whan I finally saw its opening and touched its very sole. But I was disappointed. It was an empty; hallow space full of darkness and discord. there were no light of fulfillment, no songs of joy and absent of love to people who lives in it.
After what I saw, I thought, "Is this the life that people tend to choose after they had lived outside?" I feel I have to go out as soon as possible before I get drown and never see my own self again. Before I left, I checked my bag if tehre was something that was added but fortunately none from this sinking world was put in. The experience has given me more strength to continue the journey outside of the box; to endlessly fulfill a destiny of a broken but interceotive circle of my own daily pursuit--without doubt but full of courage, without numerous queations but full of experienced answers taht will help me to go on.
I have just been travelling on about a quarter side outside and not even getting to the top cover. I was just restless and needed rest to become better. And thank God, I did...
Now I'm fulfilled.
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