Without Bitterness

The night that I walked through those front doors for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. Not an idea in the world of what I was getting myself into. All I knew is that I was excited to be there because of my love for theatre, for being an audience member, and that I had invested a sum of money to be there that night. There was no turning back now.  I walked up to the ticket booth, where I was handed a folded piece of paper that had the number "411" written on it. Being given the instructions necessary, I sat down and soaked in my surroundings. There was a bar to my left. I had not a single urge to spend money on alcohol just yet, despite the fact that it was more than a month removed from my twenty-first birthday. People of all ages were sitting at the tables around me, eating and holding conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with me, my appearance, or my arrival. If anything, they would be talking about the fact that I was alone, and that I was sitt

What this is to be considered and regarded as, is not some pathetic ingrate behind a computer screen typing furiously because of his insignificance to the rest of the world. To be quite honest, my goal is to not have the world chase me down the street, and invade my trunk-load of secrets. To be famous; to trade normalcy and invisibility for a restraint underneath a huge microscope and spotlight. Rather, I seek only to distribute my vision and my truth to this world that has no choice but to receive what I have to say. The world cannot shut its ears. It has no choice but to hear my voice, and read my words. However, the actions of the world in response is all up to the world and its desires. I have no control over the actions of the world. It does as it pleases. The world does not need to know my name and my character. Leaving a "carbon-footprint" on this earth is a feet that has been achieved by a handful of people. People that we call "celebrities" are the cen