A Hint Of Mischief

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Hi Friends!!! Hope you all are doing well. So, today let's talk about something different. Today's blog is all about my inspiration. The person who has helped me improve myself in the past few years. It is none other than Tom Hiddleston. Now, I know that some of you do not know him. So, maybe you will come to know the stuff about him from this blog.

Ok, there is so much to talk I don't know where to start. Firstly, I am still not sure if I should post this or not. I do not know if this is relevant to what my blogs usually are about so I am in a bit of a confusion. But, yes I need to be a bit more firm on my decision and I will do this. After all, I don't think people will even read this except for a few. Doesn't mean that I'll stop or give up.

In one of his interviews, Tom mentioned how he and his siblings would make the play's during their summer holidays. They would make costumes, and a whole set, and then would perform the play to their parents at the end of summer. This is how Tom decided to commit his life to acting as a profession.

Now, this brings me to my first point. Tom inspired me to never give up on my dreams. No matter how many times you fail or face rejection. Every time you fall stand right back up. At this point, many of you must be thinking "So, what? all actors face rejection at the beginning of their career." Yes, they all do. But, some of them gave up and he didn't.

My favorite role that Tom played was Loki - The God Of Mischief. At first glance, Loki seems like a simple character, and many people say he was just a villain who failed. But, when you look at the character in depth, that's when you will find that there is much more to the character than just that. I say that Loki was not a villain he was an anti-hero who wanted nothing more than to be seen as an equal to his brother Thor. I loved how Loki once said, "No one bad is ever truly bad and no one good is ever truly good". I can't imagine anyone else for the role except for Tom.

Tom Hiddleston once said "You never know what's around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you've climbed a mountain."

I guess he really did help me change a lot of stuff about myself. For instance, I saw another one of his interviews and I remember he said "Be true to yourself, and if you have something that you want to say—that you’ve been burning to say—don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t say it." Hiddleston certainly has found his voice, and he firmly believes that everyone has a voice worth hearing. "If you’ve got something to say, say it from the rooftops!" and his words motivated me. Since, then I have tried my level best to be more open to people, to tell the world my opinion, and to make them hear my voice. 

I could go and on about this topic but I think now you know why he was an inspiring figure to me. 

So, do tell me your opinions about the post. See you in the next post until then.....WAIT!!! I almost forgot I will post by my real name in the next post. Just as I promised in my first blog. (My promise was that I will post by my actual name in my 5th post.)

So, see you all in the next post until then take care.

Bye!

Check out the previous posts:

Emotions and me

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2022/12/lets-talk-emotions.html

Mother nature

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/01/lets-talk-mother-nature.html

Elf Ears

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2022/12/lets-talk-elf-ears.html

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