What are you?
After reading Michael’s LiveJournal and the section about William Shakespeare’s famous quote:
"ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE AND WE ARE MERELY PLAYERS"
It got me really thinking. In a day I find myself playing the role of the annoyed city commuter on my
way to university, the caring and intent friend listening to a friend’s problems about
family, girl/boyfriend or friend and the “well-behaved”
and studious child to my parents.
It brought me back to the lecture
we had this week. Michael asked us “when do you think
we are truly being ourselves?” Honestly, when it comes down to it, I am unsure. Are we
being ourselves when we are alone? Or are the only times we are being the person we are, is when we
follow our thoughts and emotions, those things you cannot help. Or perhaps are we
only acknowledging our true selves when we are writing
literature?... Something to ponder.
After some long consideration, I began
to think that perhaps we are being ourselves a lot of the
time but we just don’t realise it. Following our emotions and thoughts is being true to
yourself. Some people are better at it than others but even the simply task of THINKING is being
yourself, is it not? So could, sitting down, staring out the window thinking about life, or
having a discussion with a friend about something in particular
that you are honest about and sharing
can be considered being yourself. In
regards to that, when a person is writing some form of
literature, even as we speak, what I am sitting here writing about on my computer, can
that be considered being true to myself? They are my thoughts, they are honest and pure... and they
are not wrong. So yes I think that a lot of the time we are
playing a role, whether it is a lion to your
grandson or the captain of your school’s
basketball team, but in the end, there are many moments
in your life that you will find that you are being none other than yourself... and that, is
perhaps the greatest play ever to be written.