Even writing this feels unreal.

For a long time, this dream lived quietly inside me. I didn’t talk about it much. It felt too personal, too fragile. Something you protect by keeping it to yourself.

Theater was never just a hobby for me.
It was always a place where I felt most honest. Where emotions made sense. Where being visible didn’t feel like pressure, but like purpose.

There were moments when I doubted myself. Times when life pulled me in other directions and this dream felt impractical, even childish. But it never disappeared. It waited.

Now, I’m finally here.

Preparing for a performance is intense. It requires discipline, vulnerability, focus, and courage. You can’t hide behind a screen or a role you don’t believe in. On stage, everything real shows.

And that’s exactly why I want it.

This performance is not about applause or recognition.
It’s about fulfilling something I promised myself years ago.
It’s about standing in the light and knowing I earned the right to be there.

I’m nervous, of course. But it’s the good kind of nervous. The kind that reminds you that you’re alive and doing something that matters to you.

Soon the curtain will rise.
And when it does, I won’t just be performing.
I’ll be stepping into a dream that refused to let me go.