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Infinite Babushkas

7/28/2021

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Have you ever thought of your dreams, as little nesting dolls, little 'babushkas' stored on inside the other? Say you have a dream, a goal, a tangible one, and you achieve it. Or sort of achieve it. Achieve it enough to 'check that box', to mark that goal.
What do you do next?
Do you say... 'I'm done with dreams! I retire from dreaming!'
No. I imagine you do not. 
Well, then you may suddenly realize that that dream you had? That goal achieved? It was only the first layer you have to peel, the first babushka to open, to see what other dreams are stored in you. See, the FIRST babushka - is all you really see from the outside. The outer shell of the onion is the only one visible to the eye. It's when you OPEN it - that you discover that the first layer was only the entry point, the introduction to a whole world INSIDE. 
I have always been lucky to have had clarity about my dreams, my goals, my aspirations. I was a mere three year old when I announced to the world around me that I WILL be an actress. When grown ups would smile at the ambitious little girl, and say: 
'Oh, you want to be an actress when you grow up?'
I frowned and corrected them:
'No, I don't WANT to be. I WILL be.'
That level of determination is in a way only the gift of the very young, or perhaps some will say it is wasted on the very young... but alas, it took me some years to take that initial goal and make it my actual profession. And along the path I found out that being an actress, was only the first shell of an artistic pursuit of storytelling, of creating, of reflecting to humanity what it is. Art shows people who they are, what they are, why they are. It is the soul's dance; an homage to the human soul. But when I wanted to perform, I wanted TO DO, and I didn't know of the journey within that my first goal would take me on. I only had clarity on what I was able to see. And the more I get to know myself - the more layers of Identity I shed off or peel on - and more desires and wishes are introduced to me.
​There may be infinite nesting dolls inside a human's soul and its potential. To uncover them... all we have to do is start with the first one. Open it, and see what else awaits there.

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    In April 2020, while experiencing  her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig  pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.

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