Resolutions
Only a handful of days now...
Well, I never used to make New Year's resolutions.
I would never manage to fulfil them.
I've been drifting for so many years now, from one country to the other, one job to the other...acting is only the last one in a long series of fruitless tries at being something, someone.
But something happened to me, something big, unexpected. Something that should have had me disgusted or broken or...well, I wasn't.
I wasn't. Truth is, I felt at peace with myself for the first time in years. Fulfilled. Completed.
And now I know what my resolution for next year will be.
In 2004 I will find a...Master, I'm told is how it's called.
I know next to no shit about it, but I have this craving, this need now, inside of me. I owe it to myself at least to give it a try.
How? Have no idea.
But this nothing that I feel I have become needs a shape, a mould.
I'll do everything. A year, after all, is not such a long time to look for yourself in the ways others could dispose of you. Not a long time at all.
words: 202
muse: Dean Winters (Theatrical Muse)
fandom: RPS
disclaimer:here
Well, I never used to make New Year's resolutions.
I would never manage to fulfil them.
I've been drifting for so many years now, from one country to the other, one job to the other...acting is only the last one in a long series of fruitless tries at being something, someone.
But something happened to me, something big, unexpected. Something that should have had me disgusted or broken or...well, I wasn't.
I wasn't. Truth is, I felt at peace with myself for the first time in years. Fulfilled. Completed.
And now I know what my resolution for next year will be.
In 2004 I will find a...Master, I'm told is how it's called.
I know next to no shit about it, but I have this craving, this need now, inside of me. I owe it to myself at least to give it a try.
How? Have no idea.
But this nothing that I feel I have become needs a shape, a mould.
I'll do everything. A year, after all, is not such a long time to look for yourself in the ways others could dispose of you. Not a long time at all.
words: 202
muse: Dean Winters (Theatrical Muse)
fandom: RPS
disclaimer:here