So what happened to the passion?
It occurred to me over the last few days how most of the encounters I've had with people have virtually been meaningless. I know that this is a common complaint I post here, but really...the more I go through life the more I see people that have lost the capacity or the willingness to feel.
I know a lot of it is learned. We live in a society where we're told it's not socially acceptable to be emotionally vulnerable or expressive. I think that's why I got pulled into theatre to begin with. I think the best chance is here to find people who aren't afraid to be communicative.
I know a lot of it is self-preservation. Have I learned that lesson well. Mental pain is just like physical pain...after awhile your body stops acknowledging it. In the same way that I rarely feel the pain of my skin dissolving, people lack the ability to love in order to prevent a broken heart.
What really matters to you? Really...what always makes you joyful, or angry, or sad...the one memory you could pull out, or the one face you could see that will take you to the same level or emotion every time? What's the one dream that you'll chase no matter what the cost? Or the one failed relationship that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your days?
Or do we not have any of these things? And do we feel the loss? Or is even that loss too much to comprehend?
It occurred to me over the last few days how most of the encounters I've had with people have virtually been meaningless. I know that this is a common complaint I post here, but really...the more I go through life the more I see people that have lost the capacity or the willingness to feel.
I know a lot of it is learned. We live in a society where we're told it's not socially acceptable to be emotionally vulnerable or expressive. I think that's why I got pulled into theatre to begin with. I think the best chance is here to find people who aren't afraid to be communicative.
I know a lot of it is self-preservation. Have I learned that lesson well. Mental pain is just like physical pain...after awhile your body stops acknowledging it. In the same way that I rarely feel the pain of my skin dissolving, people lack the ability to love in order to prevent a broken heart.
What really matters to you? Really...what always makes you joyful, or angry, or sad...the one memory you could pull out, or the one face you could see that will take you to the same level or emotion every time? What's the one dream that you'll chase no matter what the cost? Or the one failed relationship that will continue to haunt you for the rest of your days?
Or do we not have any of these things? And do we feel the loss? Or is even that loss too much to comprehend?
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