The theatre, the theatre, what’s happened to the theatre?
A question I would like an answer to.
We go to movies to see a fling, to hear course words, to be
mystified
But do we really know what it’s about?
We go to make ourselves happy, or sad, or even miserable.
Why?
Let me tell you what theatre is really about.
It’s about a story being passed from one person to another
It’s about sharing experiences, giving joy to each other,
It’s about hope.
We forget that there are others besides ourselves
Needs to met besides our own. We take care of ourselves,
and that’s enough. Yet even in that, we are left alone.
We compare ourselves to actors and actresses,
smooth skin, bright eyes, shiny silks and satins,
but we forget what’s inside. All the pain and the hurt they
are trying to hide in perfection.
They are human, yet we raise them above, giving them glory
and honor and love
And they only way they can go is down.
Instead of idolizing those who can only fall, we should be
trying to share, trying to call those who can make a difference.
That’s what theatre is about.
It’s not about stardom, perfection, sans flaws.
It’s about mistakes being transformed into cause for
learning.
It’s not about flying, but rejecting the fear of falling.
It’s about trying, finding out our calling and more.
Sometimes the only way to accept reality, is to see it
through the eyes of imagination. I am not saying we should not go see movies or
plays, but that going, we open our eyes to see, our ears to hear the message
begging to be shared.
A story is meant to be shared. It is meant to teach, it is
meant to inspire,
And in hearing a story we can look a little higher
To see the hope that is there, if we look around us.
This world isn’t to glorify me, but for me to show I care.
It’s place to share ideas, sound the call, be the voice for
those too weak to speak
a whisper in their own defense. Go there to find those too
weak to say what’s on their mind and help them to stand up and be heard.
Actions are the necessary response to words of the weary, those whose eyes are
tired and bleary and help them find hope.
Through another person’s eyes, another person’s life…
Another person’s trials and cries for help. It’s not about
me. It’s about telling the story of what could be. If we’ll only listen to the sounds of pain and
rise up to defend them in action and word, again and again.
This is the purpose of the theatre. This is why we tell
stories.
