On the stage.

The line between tragedy and comedy is a very thin one. It's easy to cross, it's just a matter of twisting perspective.

If in the realm of tragedy, don't stay there. Tragedy is all very well in literature - it has nobility, it has transformation, it has reflection, it has long cold nights under the stars where the world revolves around you, and only you, and the rest ceases to matter.

It is pointless.

We are all actors on our own stages, but we have no real audience. And why should we? Everyone has their own spotlight, they have no time to pause for someone else's except for a moment: a brief glance, a brief smile, a brief sigh.

So you're alone with your own life, your own problems, your own stage and with an audience that is truly made up of no one but yourself.

See the funny side of things, realise how unimportant the important is. Be dazzled, be bewildered, be surprised, astonished, and bemused at the way the script slowly unravels itself, the ink curving its way into sense only a drop at a time. Look back at the second that has passed and realise that you've survived it, you've lived to speak another line, and be grateful.

Oh yes, and laugh.

If you're on your own, you might as well hear the sound of your own laughter, and it is the easiest sound in the world to live with, for among other things, laughter can be silent too sometimes. 

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