I go through different phases frequently, like a chameleon changes colors, that is my nature. Life is made up of unrehearsed stage acts, where story arcs and costume changes are unpredictable. We’re the actors and the audience in a big play, except there is no script, no pretending.
The soundtrack isn’t even improvised, there’s no time to compose or play music. It’s already been written and we must play, listen, sing or dance to it.
I’ve played so many different characters already that sometimes I wonder if there is really a true self, a defined and fixed only way to be and act. Maybe not, since most of us aren’t unidimensional beings, and multitudes live inside some of us.