life is like a really big stage, where we are all actors and actresses.
its our own individual play that goes on 24/7.
ultimately our act will become intertwined with the many other individual acts out there, hence become a huge production, that is ever so spectacular.
And home, is like our dressing room, where we could relax and let go of the character that we have to act out.
to remove the thick layer of make-up, undo that headache-causing hair-do, undress from that unfamiliar costume that we have to wear, pretending that it was like our second skin, like we are comfortable in all of them.
and since we are all professional actors and actresses, it is natural that we can change swiftly into our characters as soon as the spotlight hits on us.
sometimes people who help us in our dressing rooms would think "why is his/her character so bad!?" but then that is the real us.
the very actor and actresses who are tired from the never-ending acts, we are tired from faking the same emotions that is expected from the characters that we play.
and it gets even worse when we realise that our life is just made out of only endless acts.
now do you know why when at home, your public angels shed their pure white feathers and grow pitch black ones for wings?
where their lovely halo that shines so blindingly bright is actually a flawless paint over the real two horns of a devil, that was tied together to form an illusion of a circle over the head?
where the flowy white dress that spells innocence is actually a leather, skin-tight one-piece that spells dangerous?
*chuckles*
라벨: for people who understand what i mean...
