Although life is often thought and best described by what happens to us and elegantly phrased by the likes of Shakespeare –

“The worlds a stage and men and women merely players”

…And we, as “actors” have the propensity to “act” as such through our daily facade, censoring who we truly are, in fear of rejection of “perceived” vulnrabilities seeking acceptance from our peers, both societal and familial.

Ones character is not only in what we say and do that illustrates to others (our audience if you will?) Yet best reflected inbetween the exhanges of scripted dialogue.

Each person, friend or foe. Each tear, triumph, smile and shortcomings, snippets of conversations overheard, our favourite book, fondest memories, the song that speaks to your soul, tattoos, and those we choose to asscociate with. It is in these tiny, yet profound facets that unassumingly reflect who it is we are in any given moment.

An unpredictable manuscript is the virtue we have been gifted by a forgiving and alluring universe. With this, a complexity that serves as seemedly simple needs and desires, cause and affect. Life, an invisible and intricate tapestry of vast textures and hues interwoven and forever evolving, manifesting…

The past, present and future a ripple effect, of endless possibilities with what seems to be without rhyme nor reason, composing our story as we continue to grow and learn from the sum of our choices and wisdom of hindsight.

A ballad of heartbeats, tears and laughter and possibilities yet ventured forever shaping and possibly redeem, who it is we truly are and who we want to become.

~Theana Stachlewski~