Bright Ones

Haunting those compelled to a life of scripts, rehearsals, designs and illusions persists the adage, “If you can do anything else and be happy, do it.” This imperative stands as a warning, a plea, to chase one’s bliss in a more determinable, more secure elsewhere, because theatre too often takes even hope itself from the hopeful souls pursuing this craft. Yet, this counsel only echoes from those already walking this forewarned path, from those weathered figures chorusing, “Turn back, turn back, bright ones, for this craft burns out such light.” But an underlying message courses quietly, fiercely:

“Unless that light can burn only here.”