“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances.”
— Shakespeare
If life is a stage,
then what are we really doing with our time under the spotlight?
The answer?
A lot — if we demand more from ourselves than the script.
It’s not about how long the act is.
It’s about what role you choose to play,
and why you choose to play it.
I’ve learned that a lie can circle the globe six times
before truth even laces up its shoes.
And still — I choose not to lie.
Not because I can’t.
But because I won’t.
Because lying doesn’t stand alone —
it rides on the back of debt.
And I don’t owe anyone a false version of me.
Some people say, “Nothing begins, and nothing ends.”
I understand that now.
I understand that waking up — really waking up —
hurts.
There is no coming to consciousness without pain.
Yes, some are born into smooth paths.
Everything fits. Everything flows.
But here’s the truth:
You can’t be brave
if you’ve only ever had good things happen to you.
Courage isn’t comfort.
It’s choosing to feel —
even when the world tries to numb you.
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
I used to think that meant freedom.
Now I see it’s just another form of escape.
To feel pain,
to live in contradiction,
to wrestle with truth
and still choose to stand as yourself —
maybe that’s the real performance.
And maybe, just maybe,
it’s the only one that matters.
