Perhaps a better human being.

I understand. Theoretically, at least. What it takes. To be a good actor. One must learn to play a role. With feeling. With verve. One must immerse one’s self. In the part. Pretending. To the point that it’s no longer total pretense. It feels real. I wonder. If that’s dangerous. One becomes a dual personality. It’s as if one is truly living the role. Of course, if one can come back. To one’s real self. That doesn’t pose a problem. But what if one goes off the steep and deep edge? And finds it difficult to come back? I wonder. If that becomes a form of mental illness. Maybe even insanity. Makes me wonder, too. If play acting. Can be used as a way to treat mental illness. Merely by playing someone. Who knows how to act. In positive and loving ways.  Thereby, becoming a very desirable character. Perhaps a better human being. --Jim Broede