Some never feel it. They live and die inside the tamasha — comfortable, applauded, asleep. But others — the restless ones — hear a whisper behind the script: "This isn't you."
Not with rage. With love. Because the role you played wasn't evil; it was survival. But survival is not living. And a well-acted lie is still a lie. tamasha
If the answer is no — then burn the script. Some never feel it
From the first breath, the world hands us a role: good student, obedient child, successful professional, loyal spouse. We learn our lines before we learn our names. The stage is set before we understand what a stage is. With love
And then comes the terror. To step off the stage. To forget your lines on purpose. To wander into the wilderness where there is no audience, no approval, no scoreboard. Just you. Raw. Unrehearsed. Terrifyingly free.