I thought Ingmar Bergman was so cool, having grown up not being able to differentiate fantasy from reality. He ended up being such an expressive filmmaker. Cool stuff.
But when Mama is going through the same thing, mixing up dreams with reality, getting upset over things that never ever happened in real life, it seems a lot more saddening.
Know the moment when you wanna reply in song when someone posts something online, but you haven’t commented to them for awhile so it’s weird to reply in song and just posting the song lyrics will be too obvious, so instead you just type a whole comment about the feeling of the whole moment instead? (This was meant as a comment, but well twitter didn’t let me be witty and I didn’t wanna post it on fb for everyone, so it’s penned down, so only you and I know how good my jokes are. Hahaha.)
What if you were meant for something great and doubting yourself would be the very thing that stops you from truly shining.