Acting

This world, this life, my life, seems at the best of times nothing but a film, or a play. I feel as if I am living, or acting rather, the life of a person which I am not. It saddens me to think that if I were to stop acting and  be myself, that this world, and my loved ones, would not accept me wholeheartedly.
It is true, going by what Shakespeare wrote all those years ago, that the world is a stage, and I am an actor:

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. 

The Future

I feel as if I have aimed for something I will never be able to achieve, as the people closest to me are my most biggest obstacles.
And yet, I still chose it. What an idiot I am. Either an idiot or an incredibly optimistic and ambitious person. Someone once said, and I fail to recall who, that the people who achieve most in life are the ones who either take the most bravest of decisions, or the most foolish ones. I hope for my sake, it is true.
Here's another soul fretting about it's future.