"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." -William ShakespeareHey! My name is Cody Vann and I'm a sophomore theatre performance major at the University of Evansville who is in love with theatre. I'm loving my crazy life in the theatre and I can't wait to see where it leads me."To be good is not enough, when you dream of being great!" -Anonymous"Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one" -Stella AdlerFollow me on Twitter: @codyvann
Falling in love with yourself is as beautiful as any experience of love is. It’s learning to laugh at your awkward tendencies and smile at all your quirky habits. It’s learning to be grateful for the many sides you have – confident, crazy, shy, sexy, nerdy, angry, weird, and all the rest of them. It is realizing that you’re one of a kind and that you deserve to give the world the best person you can be. Falling in love with yourself is being happy in your life and knowing that in this one moment in time, you’re beautiful simply because you are you.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
I loved her. Not simply, certainly not passively, but clearly, specifically; I loved her. She was an adept and flexible provider of the real, which one eats daily or else one starves. She was kind but would not accept confusion. She was beautifully warm, but her nature balked at false responses. Her heart was coloured by a deep gentleness; She was true.