tears without an audience
September 2nd 2008 10:16
Acting - drama or comedy, musical or ordianry, theatre or on-cam - i love doing them all. Onj this, I call myself an artist. Not that I have to be that popular to be called with the said terminology but because an artist is someone who loves and does art.
Tears - this is primarily what you need mostly in a drama role and sometimes even in comedy. Oftentimes, tears impose real feelings and shows proof or evidence that the artist feels for his role and is like doing his act for real. For so many times, I have been trained to do this and have done it as well. But what's the point of me saying this? Sometimes, it just too painful when the said term was done voluntarily than that of a forced or a trained manner.
Not too far from yesterday, I've undergone a downfall in my life, including my Christian life and the problem concerned my parent. I got engaged into an argument that lead me to decide to pack my bags and headed off to my other parent's place. It was not easy to do but sometimes decisions really are your last say because an individual ought to write his own story. During these times, I wasn't anymore thinking about asking God what to do, but rather, asked Him to save me from that trouble I ought to face by then and to complete the healing process of the heart that I need to undergo through.
In those times, I shed maybe pails of tears that I didn't even wanted to shed. My heart burst out unlimitedly and in an extremely higher manner than that of my acting experiences. Suddenly, these tears without an audience started wounding scars in my heart that not even an individual could take when he is in this same position. Maybe, just maybe, I was really thinking immature during that time but the wounds are made, the bags are packed, I already left.
Though, I didn't bother asking God of confirmations, I am still greatful that He camouflaged my wrong decision into still a great breakthrough - a solution to another problem. At that time, I didn't even think of regrets in doing what I did but I was in the state of enjoying myself for something I have never experienced doing before. I'm delighted that after all I've done and during my troubled times, I get saved... by this God who looks to me and loved even my failures.
Now, both sides are doing well and finally, I can smile again for real and tears are now just meant for over-laughing.
I know I am not perfect, but hey, nobody is. Handling it with pride, I am recently still suffering from the consequences of my decisions. But what is life if people aren't corrected? Wouldn't they be too stagnant of rude selves and would no longer strive for perfection? Think about it.
Tears - this is primarily what you need mostly in a drama role and sometimes even in comedy. Oftentimes, tears impose real feelings and shows proof or evidence that the artist feels for his role and is like doing his act for real. For so many times, I have been trained to do this and have done it as well. But what's the point of me saying this? Sometimes, it just too painful when the said term was done voluntarily than that of a forced or a trained manner.
Not too far from yesterday, I've undergone a downfall in my life, including my Christian life and the problem concerned my parent. I got engaged into an argument that lead me to decide to pack my bags and headed off to my other parent's place. It was not easy to do but sometimes decisions really are your last say because an individual ought to write his own story. During these times, I wasn't anymore thinking about asking God what to do, but rather, asked Him to save me from that trouble I ought to face by then and to complete the healing process of the heart that I need to undergo through.
In those times, I shed maybe pails of tears that I didn't even wanted to shed. My heart burst out unlimitedly and in an extremely higher manner than that of my acting experiences. Suddenly, these tears without an audience started wounding scars in my heart that not even an individual could take when he is in this same position. Maybe, just maybe, I was really thinking immature during that time but the wounds are made, the bags are packed, I already left.
Though, I didn't bother asking God of confirmations, I am still greatful that He camouflaged my wrong decision into still a great breakthrough - a solution to another problem. At that time, I didn't even think of regrets in doing what I did but I was in the state of enjoying myself for something I have never experienced doing before. I'm delighted that after all I've done and during my troubled times, I get saved... by this God who looks to me and loved even my failures.
Now, both sides are doing well and finally, I can smile again for real and tears are now just meant for over-laughing.
I know I am not perfect, but hey, nobody is. Handling it with pride, I am recently still suffering from the consequences of my decisions. But what is life if people aren't corrected? Wouldn't they be too stagnant of rude selves and would no longer strive for perfection? Think about it.
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