What good is sitting alone in your room?
When life gets hard, I find it quite easy to hide away from the world. But the act of self-protection can be double-edged. Sure, a certain amount of solitude is imortant in life but there must be a balance of reflecting AND acting.
Come, hear the music play.
The stage needs to be re-entered. I need to be the player; choosing my own stories, creating my own drama, singing my own songs, dancing to my own rhythms.
Then I am truly living.
Life is a cabaret, old chum.
Come to the cabaret.
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