That premise again...
The level of insanity is me walking and dancing around the house, listening to music while reading, and realizing I have never been able to focus on what I am reading this much before.
One more thought about that premise.
It seemed too complex.
I had to approach it from the perspective of The Hanged Man.
What do I believe in?
What do I think the real price is?
And what actually has that price?
So the new concept is:
The price of getting back to our true selves is destroying our old life built on lies.
It is much more concrete, much more direct, and makes much more sense.
I mean, the main question of the play is not whether we should choose between ourselves and our old life. It is not even a question for me, because I deeply believe that this price must be paid no matter what. It is the only way to be true to ourselves.
But destroying our old life built on lies is a huge price.
It comes with a lot of doubts, a lot of questions, and a lot of responsibility.
A lot of people leave us, and we leave a lot of people behind.
We take risks.
We crack our hearts open.
But no, I am still not there.
Because what I am actually writing about is that it is worth it.
Painful, but necessary.
So I still have to think a bit more about that concept.
Because this premise still has no feelings, no conflict, no tension.
It is just a simple statement.
But what is the feeling I want to show?
What is the tension?
It is worth choosing our true selves, even if it means destroying our old life built on lies?
Still too long.
It is worth following our dreams?
No.
Because I want something deeper.
Not just dreams. Not childhood desires.
But truly destroying everything to its core. Purging old patterns. Choosing ourselves over our fears.
It is not simply about choosing our desires or our vision.
But I also don't want to convince the audience that this is selfish.
Because choosing ourselves is actually not selfish.
It is not easy...