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.
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.
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