Lets Get Down To Business

I would rather deeply touch a few then barley know many.

youknowyourecatholic:

you always carry a Rosary in your backpack

Have you ever caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror or window and not recognized yourself?

I wake up covered in sweat.  I try to remember my dreams.  My subconscious thinks that during my sleep is a great time to work-out all my problems that are plaguing my mind.  Problems that I don’t even know exist until my subconscious brings them to light.

Going to bed, I reflect on my day.  I reflect on all the projects I am working on.  I analyze my progress…

I realize what the projects are requiring of me and I ask myself if I am prepared to do these things.  Am I emotionally prepared?  Am I physically prepared?

After my mind races, anxiously worrying about things I cannot solve while I lay in bed, my eyelids shut, my breathing gets deeper, my muscles rest and my brain shuts off…or so I thought.

My brain decides to continue working and I am grateful.  It keeps my heart beating and my lungs breathing.  But it also continues thinking and the thinking manifests itself in my dreams.

I dream about hair.  Particularly the absence of it…the absence of mine.

I dream about the characters I portray in my latest production.

I dream about situations where I succeed stupendously.

I dream about situations where I fail miserably.

I dream about friends and family.

I dream about possibilities.

I dream about potential.

I dream about hockey.

I dream about me.

I wake up.

I am sweating like I just ran two miles during a hot and sticky summer day.

I have physically traveled nowhere but emotionally traveled almost everywhere.

Now I have a headache because I am dehydrated.

Let me just tell you why I act…

I act because I was born acting.

I was born crying.  I was crying because I was trying to communicate to my mother, my father, my doctor, and my mother’s nurses.  I was trying to say, “HEY! I DON’T LIKE IT HERE!  I miss my comfortable amniotic fluid and the comfort of always being fed through a tube connected to my stomach.  I never needed to open my mouth!  I WAS CONTENT!  Why did you remove me from this comfortable environment?”

TMI?

Maybe.

But here is the issue: i wanted to communicate my outrage and I did so by crying.  I was overreacting to this situation and I have continued to do so ever since.

I like to deal with reality.  I feel like it is an important topic to think and talk about.

For me, the most real thing is emotion.  It is so hard for me to explain it but I think that emotion is the thing that ties all humans together.  Language, customs, religions, scientific theories, and all sorts of other things pull the human race apart.  Emotion is something that we can share despite all these differences.

Everyone has experienced anger, sadness, rejection, defeat, happiness, ecstasy, love, hate… or at least a degree of it.

Acting is a way I can connect with people.  I display my emotions on stage (drawing upon my life experiences) and connect with the audience in ways I never new possible.  Exploring a character with a cast is also and experience that I cherish.  There is nothing quite like the endeavor of putting on a show.  The connections made with a cast are always different but they are always special.

To put it in simple terms…

I act to share what I think is incredibly important: emotions.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand this may not be the best way to share emotions with others.  Some may argue it is too “one-sided a conversation.”  I agree with you.  I enjoy talking with others about emotions even more because I can hear what they have to say too instead of just me sharing emotions on the stage.

But that is one of the most difficult things to do: get another to open up and talk about emotions.

So I think acting is the easiest…

There you go.  I act to share… NOT to shave…