“All the world’s a stage”.

You know why did I stumble upon this specific phrase from Shakespeare’s long list of quotes? It’s because this is on the top of the list of imaginations meeting reality.

Before I ask you, let me ask myself. Am I acting to be what I am, or am I what I never wanted to be? Sometimes, I find myself in a paradox. Starting from the end, and then again reaching to the start. There are certain locked down doors, inside me, which don’t allow my conscience to judge me for what I am. It’s like, I am fixed, I can’t break those chains. I can’t let myself down. I can’t allow myself, to be what I never thought of myself. But in this course of time, even I , myself forget that, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. If the thought is taking over my mind, It has to have a foundation somewhere, however deep it may be.

But then, before I answer my own questions, I look around for examples, with suspicion, as if cheating for the answer which I should have been prepared for. This brings me back to the first line of my paragraph, and every night, and I sleep judging myself.

But, this was not supposed to have a perfect ending. The story does not end here.

The search for the truth, led me to the conclusion that once Shakespeare, imagined, partially. There exists another self, a version of our own, inside our body, living parallelly. You don’t choose to talk to it, you don’t choose to change its decision. All you do is, request to believe you. Believe, that there’s nothing wrong with you. Till you keep lying to yourself, you will never win its trust. Like I said earlier, the paradox. It’s all a paradox. A bigger paradox.

And till that paradox gets solved. We all are actors, but this world is not a stage.