Life Isn’t Wicked Witches Or Phantoms
I wish life were a musical.
Seriously. Like I walk down the street and suddenly the corner store is filled with employees who can turn the readily accessible barrels, boxes, and other various things into professional musical instruments. The business men in the street would suddenly grab ladies in flowing dresses and perform beautifully technical choreographed dance routines. I’d be able to jump up on a bench or stone flower planter and belt out an inspiring and amazing show stopper that would endear the audience and inspire my leading man.
Hey, a girl can dream, right? (Don’t say I never told you I was a dork)
It’s something about musicals. The joy that song and dance can bring into your day. The melodies that stick in your heart. The story lines that are about more imagery and themes than most Pulitzer Prize winning novels. Which is why it is not really a big surprise that I am obsessed with the fall television hit Glee.
And I especially feel for the star, one Miss Rachel Berry.
It can suck when you are good at what you do. It sucks even more when you know how good you are at what you do. Know in the way that the high school singing star or starting quarterback knows. You are aware of your talents, but there’s so much else that you are unsure of and insecure about.
The difference is that in high school you are 17 years old and still trying to figure yourself out. By the time you are 22 or so, you should have enough of a grip that you don’t need to desperately grasp at these straws for attention and adoration. Confirmation of your abilities and place in the world. Proof that you ARE someone and that you DO make a difference. You won’t have it all figured out, I’m not sure most of us get that in our lives.
You have to make sure everyone knows, so you tell them. You are an annoying voice shouting into the wind. Heck, you may be the most “popular” boy in the school but the reality is that most of your classmates secretly loathe you and your superficial ways. You seem nice enough, but everyone can tell that there is always a selfish motive to your actions. Or being the prettiest girl. Did people ever like you for who you really were or did they just think you were pretty and knew that you were the key to their success.
How do you embrace your skills but keep people from raining on your parade? Knowing that you will not always be able to get what you want?
And never losing yourself in either process.
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