Saw a man eat someone else's scraps today while having breakfast with the family.
He had a bottle of water to "sanitize" the food before he devoured it. & it took him a grand total of... well, 3 min to finish every last scrap. It got me thinking of a couple of things...

Firstly, how people tend to overlook things, take things for granted. Made me wonder if I was taking the people around me for granted the same way this man has been forsaken. There was this look of shame when he sat on that table, his shifty glances was what caught my eye... & I don't think anyone else noticed.

Secondly, it made me consider this issue on pride, & how it really is our demise at times. I can honestly say that I have let my pride dictate my decisions & more often, I find that need to swallow my pride to do what's right. I start to wonder if this man would have taken money if someone had offered it to him, whether if I were in that position, I would accept the money? It made me realise how little I know about hardship & really, I think my world view is so dastardly narrow in comparison to some.

Thirdly, how I need to be more observant & concise about what I say or do... to be able to empathize & sympathize to what is going around me. To constantly think about the consequences to my actions for I could easily end up in that position one day, honestly, we all could. I felt so humbled by that whole 3 minutes, I wish I had done something. But, what could I have really done to help?

It's really gotten me wondering about how I was to be the best actor I can be.

I borrowed the play "Spring Awakening" by Frank Wedekind, translated by Ted Hughes (honestly, just out of curiousity during one of my 'breaks') & I devoured the entire play in an hours' reading. I was utterly captivated by it. The plot, the characters, the intensity of each line the leaped out at me, the gripping lines of Moritz Steifel as he utters his last sentences, the innocence of Wendla Bergman utters "I haven't done anything to you", the frustration I feel when the scene of Melchior Gabor's inquiry plays out. The play is so beautiful, truly it is.

Will I ever be able to give these plays justice?

I used to be terrified of pushing my boundaries but more than ever, I'm willing to try.
I want to do the work I reproduce justice.
I want to be the best that I can be at every given opportunity..
Time to shy away from my insecurities and to embrace every chance I get;
cherish every lesson learnt.
It's going to be bloody tough.. but I'm determined to make it happen. 

A levels start tomorrow, 
I can only look forward.
Press on my dearest friends. 

xxxkim