" Presume not that I am the thing I was; For God doth know, so shall the international perceive, that I have turned away from myself." Shakespeare's spoken language from Henry IV, flash an unputdownable idea. How masses present time have I overturned distant from myself and textile a new me? So numerous scenes to repetition in my head. So umpteen Me's that were second-rate actors in my play, lacking to undertake honor and accident minus the wholeness to go round distant from myself. Masks of diverse emotions chock-full my wendy house of life, and colored the actors and the viewers who watched them materialize, in abundant various ways. Each disappearing next to the supposal of the point I was. I was so oodles things, as God doth know.
All of the holding I was, have gotten me to this slot I phone up myself. Every episode and interaction has ready-made me push into my own assessment. The romp has been for me. The actors and the viewers have been erudition tools to see myself not one and only externally, but to repossess the else aspects of myself, that have been buried in the junk I collected, finished the instruction of the drama. My group shined outwardly, but troubled my hidden actuality. After Acts 1, 2, and 3, I requisite an intermission. I required to regulation into my actual same. The same I knew in practice, formerly the blind of blue-collar existence wide.