I used to think it was better to understand than to be understood but the truth is, how can you truly exist in a world that is determined to misunderstand you. The idea that you think you know who I am before meeting me because of your perception.
I used to have hope for Nyc but the industrialization of the once greatest art Mecca in the world has made it impossible to just be. Art is dying here. Shame of loving oneself for who you are is the prevailing driving force and I can no longer help you change what it is everyone seems to just want to be. Who am I to tell you you what potential I once perceived.
Bad things happen. That’s just the way life is but you just keep living. You find the joy, the light, a reason for existing just because it feels good. We’ve forgotten who we truly are and this moment. These sequence of events have happened to remind you that you posses the universe inside. Everything that you desire is yours if you would only believe. Instead, you choose fear, safety in what you know.
I just participated in my first online acting class and it was remarkable. The level of generosity and care for the craft really warmed my heart. A place where vulnerability and true humanity existed. I used to believe that this could be found in everyone but as experience shows, it isn’t so. And I don’t believe that people aren’t capable, I just think they choose to live within limited capability.
This time reflects a fresh start. An openness to possibilities. Always remain open. Always be reachable. Understand that everyone may not want to learn what you have to teach or the way you teach it and that’s ok. Stay close to those who care and try to understand you. They are your people.