"At This Stage In Life"

I like when people use this phrase. It's so true to the way we carry out our lives; we don't even realize the depth of our words sometimes. It makes life seem so much like a live-production. Lights, camera...surprise! We're already shooting. We've been shooting for a while, actually, regardless of whether you were aware of it or not. Crew members scurry, unseen, all around us. They move around in a frantic fashion, moving doors and windows and walls and sofas and kitchen cabinets around. A endless sea of an audience is before you, scrutinizing your every move. Applauding. Laughing. Mocking. Fidgeting. They cheer you on. They write mean things about you in the Sunday paper.

There are no rehearsals in this life. We can only strive to get it right when it counts to us. So what happens when you don't? The scene will only end, the curtains will just close, and when we're on our own again, we'll try to be ready for the next scene. The next play. The next stage.Makeup, please.