I still remember my first day at the university of fine arts. I wanted to be an architect. I was trying to find my classroom and suddenly I find myself in the Acting Class. All the students are cool, relaxed, funny, creative, expressive. I stood by the door and asked if I can come in, and of course the teacher is relaxed, happy, loving. He gave me a sign to come in.
I fell in love in seconds… I lost track of time … I envied every one in this classroom, I saw the light and for the first time in my life I could dream with my eyes open. I saw myself on this small stage performing and asked myself can this be me?
Since we were young and maybe up till now, we hear this: “Are you saying the truth?” You are lying! Swear that this is the truth and you feel like you want to do your best for people to believe you!
Why is it so hard to accept the story as it is? Why we always doubt the person and the information that we are receiving? and moreover, why we always tend to prove that the person in front of us wrong?