She was never content. She played the roles the “authorities” required but she never felt like she was herself. She kept acting on a stage for a bunch of fools who paid a meager fee to see her perform. They never understood she was more than the roles she played. They couldn’t fathom she was anything else. They were truly oblivious to the wonders of her heart.
She often questioned the universe, “What’s wrong with me? Why am I not like everyone else? Why can’t I accept what is and be satisfied? Why do I want more than this? I can’t settle. I can’t conform. I hate this! I hate who I have become! I hate all of this!”
So she dreamed of life somewhere else in another time, a way to be herself, as is, no guilt trips, no demands, no expectations, no conformity, nothing but freedom to be. Dreaming kept her alive.