Theatre of LifE

Is life ever a play?

Perhaps.

A performance that goes on without an ending, sometimes alive with the laughter of happiness, sometimes heavy with the quiet ache of sorrow.

And along the way, for the sake of the story, we meet our supporting characters, people who step into our lives as though they have simply walked onto a stage.

But unlike a play,do they ever truly disappear?

Not always.

Sometimes a supporting character

becomes the reason the main character keeps going.

Sometimes,even from the edges of the story,

they are the ones who keep the protagonist alive.

And then the play breaks through the shell of fiction and becomes real.

Life moves forward,carrying the play along with it,

like a river that never stops flowing.Houses,riverbanks,people,everything is left behind.

Nothing seems able to hold it back.

Its only instinct is to move forward.

And ours?

We want to move forward too.

At least,

we think we do.

An eagerness without movement.

The past slips away

from the boat of time,

but remains behind

in our thoughts,

in the things we do.

We carry yesterday's pain

through the streets of today.

Time keeps flowing,

like the days that came before.

And we keep moving with it,

through the familiar lanes,

through the old smells

of old streets.