You only get this one life. This one life. This is it. And not only that, but you have to live it out as you, as only you can. You get to be you for your whole entire life. Nobody else, just yoy. Except for actors. In brief instances, sometimes the briefest, actors get to pretend to be somebody else. They embody and encapture a whole other person. A whole other body. They are still them at their core. The actor is still their true self within, but it came either get repressed or expressed depending on the individual. For one can never truly become another. Personality wise yes, but truly, no. It is up for is to receive the acting as truth. We want to b egg lieve so badly that we allow ourselves the creative space in our minds to let ourselves believe. Imagine. We yearn as a species for the unattainable. The unreal. The dream. But do we ever actually fully experience it? That is up for debate. The best way to explain this is to watch two different versions of the same film and compare the acting. Just do it. Does Leo capture 1920s Gatsby in 2013 like Robert Redford in 1974? ? ?