Events, cohabitors of life’s stage,
Script our actions like the strings of the puppeteer.
We are helpless, dribbling fools
In the glaring light of potential tragedy.
With nary a warning, change can be thrust upon us,
Rendering us helpless like children.
How awful the feeling,
Being strangled by crises uninvited, we succumb.
What does the universe want from us,
Constantly testing our resolve,
Raining on our parade ‘til we drown;
Then as if a cruel joke, tragedy is replaced by joy,
Happiness diluting stress.
Not that we ever hoped for the worst,
But that it had never transpired at all.
In retrospect doesn’t this all go toward our maturation;
Making us whole, defining who we are
And who we will become.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I think that life’s stage gets a wee bit too crowded. I question the playwright, the stage manager – geez, i even question the prop master some times. I would prefer a one person play – instead of huge extravagant productions – however, i was just thinking, a production company should be well-rounded, balanced – they should be able to produce all genres of shows. A one person play would get rather boring night after night…. 🙂