The Stage of My Existence
The sun flashed and bounded
through the cupola as I sat contemplating....what? Already I've forgotten.
So bear with me while I attempt
to dazzle you with words too big for my mouth!
I don't want my life to be
ephemeral; I want to make a difference. I want to walk onto the stage of my
existence, in a fancy gown of vermillion-colored silk and tell you my story.
Before the theatre goes dark.
I want you to laugh at the
appropriate moments, and cry on cue. I want you to understand what I'm saying,
and why I'm saying it: Wow! I know
exactly what she means! I've felt the very same way!
You see, I've never had the
starring role in my life. I've had bit parts all strung together into outlandish
and meaningless exercises. With some awesome act thrown in once in a while so
you don't think I'm just set decoration. Old furniture with fading fabric and
chipped woodwork on the legs.
The supporting cast always
seemed to play a more important role in forming my life.
Hiding behind the hyperbole
somewhere is me. Trying to remember my lines. Chewing up the scenery with bon
mots and humorous anecdotes. Just for your entertainment.
I want to change our nature
of emotional predation. A lofty aspiration, indeed, but despite my best intentions,
I still have not figured out a way to make that happen.
So, I invite each of you to
step onto the stage with me, and together perhaps we can change
the world. Or at least the world around us.
Everyone else can either
follow our example, or destroy themselves with their own ignorance.
cupola architecture a small structure on a roof, sometimes
made of glass and providing natural light inside
predation
the relationship
between two groups of animals in which one species hunts, kills, and eats the
other
hyperbole deliberate and obvious exaggeration used for
effect, e.g. "I could eat a million of these"
vermilion a bright red pigment made from mercuric
sulfide or synthetically
ephemeral
lasting for only a
short period of time and leaving no permanent trace
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