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The Show Must Go On
The show must go on- this play, this ruse in which we all secretly partake. It must go on. The show cannot stop, it cannot breathe, it may never pause. For in the moment that this show ceases, everything falls. The continual perpetuation of the falsity that is this life dwindles behind the curtain and the truth becomes apparent. The truth, the pain, the hurt, the lies. All of it comes into the light plainly. No mask, characters or plot lines to shroud it anymore if the show ceases to press on.
The man filled with shame, the woman filled with regret, trying to keep it held together while putting forth the face they are expected to because the show MUST go on! We cannot display any weakness! The audience refuses to be shown a character any less than perfect, or so the actors proclaim. And so these actors go out onto the stage, placing a smile over their crying faces hoping the audience doesn’t look too closely and see how they truly feel. These actors say their lines so emphatically, “I’m good!” and “My day went great!” never realizing that the audience sees right through them, but chooses to believe them.
And yet the audience demands more of the same. More of the old, less of the real. Would rather sit and demand lies of how the men and women are not falling to pieces, but truly are wonderful. That the man contemplating suicide is a good man with a lovely family. That the woman shoving the needle into her arm to become numb is just a loving lady with the sky as her limit. That the child with the family being ripped at the seams is ‘strong’ and an ‘inspiration’ to us all, while we sit idly by watching and commending instead of demanding that the show, the masquerade, take a reprieve and allow the actors to catch their breath and realize the play they are acting out was never real to begin with!
Caught up in the comedy that has lost its humor, the drama that has overplayed its plotline, the fiction that has become all too real, the mystery turned satire, and the fantasy turned horror- standing before the audience bowing as if some grand trick has been performed, when the only trick was the entire room pulling the wool over each other’s eyes into fooling them that the actors never existed and the play was all that ever existed.
And in the quiet, after the thunderous applause has ceased, the actors take their seat among the audience and allow new individuals their chance to play the role. The show continues, the never ending play, written by the very same individuals that watch and those who act. We wrote it. You and I, yes WE. Although we never knew we were writing the words that would be said, never sat down with paper and pen, nevertheless we endorsed every word, every influence this grand ruse of our society has brought about. We decided that a comfortable falsehood is preferable to an unsettling reality. We proceeded to take our seats and condemn any individual that may question the performance. Because when everything is said and done, applause given and seats taken, the next act must come for the show must go on.
The show must go on- this play, this ruse in which we all secretly partake. It must go on. The show cannot stop, it cannot breathe, it may never pause. For in the moment that this show ceases, everything falls. The continual perpetuation of the falsity that is this life dwindles behind the curtain and the truth becomes apparent. The truth, the pain, the hurt, the lies. All of it comes into the light plainly. No mask, characters or plot lines to shroud it anymore if the show ceases to press on.
The man filled with shame, the woman filled with regret, trying to keep it held together while putting forth the face they are expected to because the show MUST go on! We cannot display any weakness! The audience refuses to be shown a character any less than perfect, or so the actors proclaim. And so these actors go out onto the stage, placing a smile over their crying faces hoping the audience doesn’t look too closely and see how they truly feel. These actors say their lines so emphatically, “I’m good!” and “My day went great!” never realizing that the audience sees right through them, but chooses to believe them.
And yet the audience demands more of the same. More of the old, less of the real. Would rather sit and demand lies of how the men and women are not falling to pieces, but truly are wonderful. That the man contemplating suicide is a good man with a lovely family. That the woman shoving the needle into her arm to become numb is just a loving lady with the sky as her limit. That the child with the family being ripped at the seams is ‘strong’ and an ‘inspiration’ to us all, while we sit idly by watching and commending instead of demanding that the show, the masquerade, take a reprieve and allow the actors to catch their breath and realize the play they are acting out was never real to begin with!
Caught up in the comedy that has lost its humor, the drama that has overplayed its plotline, the fiction that has become all too real, the mystery turned satire, and the fantasy turned horror- standing before the audience bowing as if some grand trick has been performed, when the only trick was the entire room pulling the wool over each other’s eyes into fooling them that the actors never existed and the play was all that ever existed.
And in the quiet, after the thunderous applause has ceased, the actors take their seat among the audience and allow new individuals their chance to play the role. The show continues, the never ending play, written by the very same individuals that watch and those who act. We wrote it. You and I, yes WE. Although we never knew we were writing the words that would be said, never sat down with paper and pen, nevertheless we endorsed every word, every influence this grand ruse of our society has brought about. We decided that a comfortable falsehood is preferable to an unsettling reality. We proceeded to take our seats and condemn any individual that may question the performance. Because when everything is said and done, applause given and seats taken, the next act must come for the show must go on.
