all the world's a stage

we've all heard this one before.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

William Shakespeare, from As You Like It Act 2, scene 7.

why am i posting it today? well, it came to mind when i thought of what i'm doing up today. why the hell did i get out of bed? i guess i had to play the stage today, like everybody else. i had to make my entrance and sing my lines and take a bow.

why bother with your lines if you don't have an audience? there's no rehearsal. this is it. there will always be an audience, like it or not. people will watch you, scowl at your attempts. praise you even. know this. they don't always applaud.

so break a leg. or both if you must.