Yes. You are naive still sometimes I think. Wise too though.
16-I was young and full of dreams. My last year of high school. I had this dream of going to Ryerson university in Ontario to study theater acting. I was in theater arts here. We did a play at the end of the year as part of the course. It was the best time. I loved every second of it. I had all these specific ideas, study acting, become famous, win an Academy award, get a star on the Hollywood walk of fame. I was going to be somebody. A Hollywood star. I was also going to marry Arnold Swartzenegger but then he married Maria Shriver, I was crushed.
Of course none of it never happened. I did go to university but I went to the one here. I studied English and history, which I actually loved. Did a few drama courses, auditioned for a few local theater groups here got the odd bit part-you know the no lines just stand there and look like a town person.
I suppose if it did happen I may not have ever gone to New Orleans. Might not have gone to New York or Montreal. Well not in the same capacity and probably not have been able to enjoy it the same way.
Still I wonder what might have been from time to time.
What is 16 about if it's not about being full of hopes and dreams? You are a someone! And you still use that creative streak. It's never too late for drama, why not get another bit part and see how it rolls?
Life is a series of forks in the road. What if is a game I'm reluctant to play, but this bit of introspection has me thinking in a way that I don't usually. It rarely does me much good to resurrect the past. Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.”
It's a strange thing but I think my creativity evolved. I no longer have that passion to be in front of an audience anymore. I discovered a love for photography and being behind a camera. I no longer chase the dream of being famous and being known throughout the world. I'm happy being known and loved by a few then being known by the whole world. I learned that fame is actually a very lonely place. Did you know for example that Judy Garland was extremely lonely? She could never allow herself to be loved. She wanted love but she could never let anyone in. Despite being surrounded by studio people and being married several times and having children. Yes I am someone. I know this. I am someone's sister, aunt, friend. I didn't always think this way though. I learned over time what love really was. It's having authentic people around you, it's being authentic myself. To thine own self be true. I know that whatever path I choose to follow I follow it honestly.
They do say that actors eventually slip behind the lens so perhaps you've followed the exact same path you would have followed had you took to the stage as a career.
Yes, fame is lonely. People think they know the famous intimately because they themselves have an intimate relationship with what they see, but what they see isn't a complete reality. There's love everywhere but none is really for you.
Yes. Be true to yourself and don't sweat the small stuff, right? Live in the moment.
Yes some do eventually end up behind the lens. Some rock stars make photography a hobby. Nikki Sixx does. He's actually got some pretty amazing shots. I think Brad Pitt also does photography on the side.
And there is no point spending too much time on wondering if they were the right decisions. It's not as if you can go back and change it. Although, given that I have been navel-gazing about my own past, that may seem a little ironic.
Sometimes it's good to look back to learn how you changed or to see how far you've come. But no can't go back and change the past. Atleast not yet I don't think. There are some interesting stories on the Internet about supposed time travellers. Then there is Quantum physics which is an actual legit field of study.
Never met one no. There are stories online about them. There is a picture that has been circulating the Internet of a scene in 1940s or 1950s most everyone in the picture is wearing clothing consistent with the time except one man who looks very out of place. Yes it could have been photoshop and that is discussed in articles about the picture. Some claim the picture is authentic others refute it call photoshop.
Also I used to listen to coast to coast they'd have stories about interdimensional beings surfing through dimensions ect.
I have no idea if any of these things are true. I never met a time traveler or interdimensional traveller. I may have met an angel once. Not sure though. I mean maybe it was just a dude driving home from his night shift at 1am on an empty highway that picked me up and took me home. Said his name was Relic. Long story. It was the year my mother died. I wasn't working aside from babysitting. My father dove into a bottle in his grief. I walked to the movies one night. On the way home it thundered bad and poured buckets of rain. I was close to home when a lightening bolt literally landed in front of me. I was soaked. No one is driving on the road. Then seemingly out of no where this dude in an suv pulls up and asks if I need a ride. I hesitated at first but took him up on it. He let me call home on his cell. Told me he was on his way home from work at the hospital. Told me his name was Relic. He dropped me off at home and then he was gone. Never saw him again. Like literally gone. I mean I got out of his vehicle looked back and nothing. At the time I just shrugged it off as he sped away. I was glad to be home and soaking wet all I wanted was to get out of the wet clothes and dry off.
Yes. You are naive still sometimes I think. Wise too though.
16-I was young and full of dreams. My last year of high school. I had this dream of going to Ryerson university in Ontario to study theater acting. I was in theater arts here. We did a play at the end of the year as part of the course. It was the best time. I loved every second of it. I had all these specific ideas, study acting, become famous, win an Academy award, get a star on the Hollywood walk of fame. I was going to be somebody. A Hollywood star. I was also going to marry Arnold Swartzenegger but then he married Maria Shriver, I was crushed.
Of course none of it never happened. I did go to university but I went to the one here. I studied English and history, which I actually loved. Did a few drama courses, auditioned for a few local theater groups here got the odd bit part-you know the no lines just stand there and look like a town person.
I suppose if it did happen I may not have ever gone to New Orleans. Might not have gone to New York or Montreal. Well not in the same capacity and probably not have been able to enjoy it the same way.
Still I wonder what might have been from time to time.
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What is 16 about if it's not about being full of hopes and dreams? You are a someone! And you still use that creative streak. It's never too late for drama, why not get another bit part and see how it rolls?
Life is a series of forks in the road. What if is a game I'm reluctant to play, but this bit of introspection has me thinking in a way that I don't usually. It rarely does me much good to resurrect the past. Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.”
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It's a strange thing but I think my creativity evolved. I no longer have that passion to be in front of an audience anymore. I discovered a love for photography and being behind a camera. I no longer chase the dream of being famous and being known throughout the world. I'm happy being known and loved by a few then being known by the whole world. I learned that fame is actually a very lonely place. Did you know for example that Judy Garland was extremely lonely? She could never allow herself to be loved. She wanted love but she could never let anyone in. Despite being surrounded by studio people and being married several times and having children. Yes I am someone. I know this. I am someone's sister, aunt, friend. I didn't always think this way though. I learned over time what love really was. It's having authentic people around you, it's being authentic myself. To thine own self be true. I know that whatever path I choose to follow I follow it honestly.
Athena
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Yes, fame is lonely. People think they know the famous intimately because they themselves have an intimate relationship with what they see, but what they see isn't a complete reality. There's love everywhere but none is really for you.
Yes. Be true to yourself and don't sweat the small stuff, right? Live in the moment.
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Yes some do eventually end up behind the lens. Some rock stars make photography a hobby. Nikki Sixx does. He's actually got some pretty amazing shots. I think Brad Pitt also does photography on the side.
Yes exactly don't sweat the small stuff.
Athena
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True. I'm the only one ultimately that has to live with the decisions I make.
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Sometimes it's good to look back to learn how you changed or to see how far you've come. But no can't go back and change the past. Atleast not yet I don't think. There are some interesting stories on the Internet about supposed time travellers. Then there is Quantum physics which is an actual legit field of study.
Athena
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Never met one no. There are stories online about them. There is a picture that has been circulating the Internet of a scene in 1940s or 1950s most everyone in the picture is wearing clothing consistent with the time except one man who looks very out of place. Yes it could have been photoshop and that is discussed in articles about the picture. Some claim the picture is authentic others refute it call photoshop.
Also I used to listen to coast to coast they'd have stories about interdimensional beings surfing through dimensions ect.
I have no idea if any of these things are true. I never met a time traveler or interdimensional traveller. I may have met an angel once. Not sure though. I mean maybe it was just a dude driving home from his night shift at 1am on an empty highway that picked me up and took me home. Said his name was Relic. Long story. It was the year my mother died. I wasn't working aside from babysitting. My father dove into a bottle in his grief. I walked to the movies one night. On the way home it thundered bad and poured buckets of rain. I was close to home when a lightening bolt literally landed in front of me. I was soaked. No one is driving on the road. Then seemingly out of no where this dude in an suv pulls up and asks if I need a ride. I hesitated at first but took him up on it. He let me call home on his cell. Told me he was on his way home from work at the hospital. Told me his name was Relic. He dropped me off at home and then he was gone. Never saw him again. Like literally gone. I mean I got out of his vehicle looked back and nothing. At the time I just shrugged it off as he sped away. I was glad to be home and soaking wet all I wanted was to get out of the wet clothes and dry off.
Athena
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