I thought I had run out of energy and enthusiasm
for theatre and education,
as all the turmoil and tasks grow like wild
thistles and thorns hectare by hectare beyond my imagination.
I dreamed to plow the land, and make it
exuberant…
But not till I had my feet deep in the dirt and
the mud
did I realize that fertile land of my dream
is only the size of a backyard in Reality.
The land of reality is far more extensive and
wretched than I thought.
I see hunger, I see abuse, I see naivete, I see
indulgence…
With all the mistreats and needs in the name of
theatre art among institutions,
I only have 1 brain, 2 hands and 24 hours a day
till God knows when to make some change—I grew
tired, exhausted, and full of grudges.
Just when I feel my passion and my sense of
responsibility start to burn out,
I got a punch from another reality — the theatre in Taiwan.
I got a punch from another reality — the theatre in Taiwan.
All the wrongs I tried to amend in school are
still the norm out there.
People don't know how to work with actors,
don't know how to approach the art, though they mean no harm, ignorance, is
still abusing the system.
It disgusts me so much that I realize I cannot
quit!
No matter how laughable the size of adjustment
I can make, I shall keep on!
Not for any idealistic faith any more, but
fight for a bloody good cause!
