Yesterday I watched the movie The Truman Show. At first a disturbing movie, but the pieces fall together after a while, and the more I thought about it, the more I got it.

This morning I watched the ending scene again, and it occured to me that my life has a lot in commun with this story.

If I replace :

the director of the show- played by Ed Harris- by my father.

the biggest studio ever build by the warm cocoon where I grew up;

I suddenly understand both viewpoints, aswell the directors as the one of the star of the show, who never ever wanted to be a star.

It was hard for me, to find out that the real world was outside that warm “studio”, but the sense of freedom I gained since I opened the door is much more heartwarming than any certainty I had inside.

Real freedom is being able to decide by yourself.