This evening I am off to the cinema to see a screening of a play called The Seagull that was performed at the Harold Pinter Theatre earlier this year. I was lucky enough to go and see it live in London too.
Plays like Chekhov's The Seagull remind us that sometimes we beat our wings against the cages of modern life. This feeling has sat with me for some time now. Often, we allow ourselves to be a smaller, caged up version of who we are and who we could be, who we should be.
We accept it. We don't fight it. We get held back by it. We owe it to ourselves and to others around us to not let that be the case. We owe it to ourselves to be who we are and who we could go on to be, and who we should let ourselves become.
Plays like Chekhov's The Seagull remind us that sometimes we beat our wings against the cages of modern life. This feeling has sat with me for some time now. Often, we allow ourselves to be a smaller, caged up version of who we are and who we could be, who we should be.
We accept it. We don't fight it. We get held back by it. We owe it to ourselves and to others around us to not let that be the case. We owe it to ourselves to be who we are and who we could go on to be, and who we should let ourselves become.
#beyourself