Have you ever gone to the theatre and thought to yourself, "I wish I looked like him/her," or "I wished I lived like that?"
Well, STOP IT!
This is the theatre. This is not reality. Playwrights get paid to create delicious fantasies for us to enjoy for a couple of hours.
However, that should not stop you from getting the life that you want. Who else is stopping you?
First of all, stop saying "If I had done _____, I'd be happy," or "If I had money..." because once you realize that "if" is one of the saddest words in the English language, you will be happy. Stop wishing for the life that you want. Get it.
Do you have a friend that you wish you were more like? We all do. We find people that we want to be with so that maybe their good fortune will rub off on us. "I want to look like my friend." "I want to make more money than my friend."
Well, guess what. Your friend isn't all that.
I know.
I've met your friend.
Right now you're wishing you were more like your friend while your friend is wishing he/she were more like you.
The time to do something about your life is Now.
Here is a comforting thought.
It is always Now.
Get It.
Discussions and essays about the world of theatre! By Scott C. Forrest-Allen
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Random Thought 3
Theatre is permanently temporary and temporarily permanent.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
The Record
And the record spins around on the table
The needle releases the sound of each fable
Every scratch and pop are meaningful to me
As I dance in the arms of society
The waltz, the fox trot, the tango, the jitterbug
I dream and I dance away all my bitter luck
The men and the women are as beautiful as able
As the record spins around on the table
He is tall
He is strong
He is handsome
He is mine
I am short
I am fair
I am graceful
I am shy
And we twirl, and we spin, and we go around the hall
With diamonds, with gold, with crystal-mirrored walls
We dance and we leap and we laugh to the crescendo
Eventually it all comes to and end, so . . .
To the Victrolla I slowly return
And I shed a tear with each crank I turn
To be so happy I am unable
Unless the record spins around on the table.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
The needle releases the sound of each fable
Every scratch and pop are meaningful to me
As I dance in the arms of society
The waltz, the fox trot, the tango, the jitterbug
I dream and I dance away all my bitter luck
The men and the women are as beautiful as able
As the record spins around on the table
He is tall
He is strong
He is handsome
He is mine
I am short
I am fair
I am graceful
I am shy
And we twirl, and we spin, and we go around the hall
With diamonds, with gold, with crystal-mirrored walls
We dance and we leap and we laugh to the crescendo
Eventually it all comes to and end, so . . .
To the Victrolla I slowly return
And I shed a tear with each crank I turn
To be so happy I am unable
Unless the record spins around on the table.
Copyright 1998 Scott C. Forrest
Random Thought 1
In theatre, questions will be answered; answers will be questioned.
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