Life - The Opera

The whole day, every day, Life sways between the powerful hands of disillusionments and disappointments, and then like a lusting beast, hope dives in, snatches her from them and takes a euphoric flight, she flies with it, she laughs, she peaks and then she falls again. Again in the same hands that play with her, torment her and rip her to shreds. She bleeds, she bruises, she screams but she smiles to the deafening applause of her mundane responsibilities. She bows. And then in the night she sleeps, exhausted in the arms of the promise. The promise that soothes her, that cajoles her for her next performance. He nurses her wounds, he rocks her to the valley of dreams. Here she feels safe, she feels happy, she is free. She sheds her stage suit of shackles. She flies, she plays, she replenishes.. Only to wake up in the stern and binding arms of her promise. The companion that was so compassionate at night, seems so indifferent in the morning. He stares her in the face, she gives in, she gets up. In an attempt to be extraordinary, to be different, she puts on her best face, shines her suit and prepares to dance again.... The opera of life continues.... The same show every day, the same reward every night.

At this hour where realities stand stark naked, when every life is asleep in its cage, when the audience bears no significance, she thinks to herself, "In the end everything is just ordinary."


Till the dance becomes morbid, till the applause fades, till the last curtain call... The opera continues.