A Tale of Two Perspectives

It’s funny. He’s always been there, but it’s only over the last couple of years that I’ve consciously heard him, realized he exists. It’s the little voice, sitting on my shoulder, assessing and judging. Assessing and judging you. Assessing and judging me.

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Because all the world’s a stage…

“All the world’s a stage; And all the men and women merely players”. And so begins the wailing Jaques as he paints a melancholic portrait of life. Tragic portrayals of life’s inevitability aside, Jaques is right and all the world really is a stage. Over the last couple of weekends I’ve been doing some improvised theatre workshops and I’ve learnt a lot, but nothing more important than that.

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