It's both a happy and sad occasion. Everyone's happy. The show is over, the hard work is acknowledged, the lights shine brightly on all the right people, the important people. The show just wouldn't have been the same without them.
We applaud, and smile and jump to our feet with pride. The smiles and laughter are real. Genuine. From the gut authentic.
And yet, there are pangs of sadness that jolt us back to reality. Once the curtain closes, all that's left is what we thought about our time here. Nostalgia will drip from pictures, and songs, and phrases and we will remember this time fondly.
even if it wasn't always as perfect as we remember, and it wasn't. I prefer to remember that the possibilities were endless, that friendships lasted, and promises were kept. Love was real and always present.
So, i'll smile at this curtain call. I'll laugh about all the things that led to this point. I'll look around and be thankful for everyone, but i'll do it with a heart that's a little heavier than normal, and with tears welling in my eyes, ready for the sign that it's ok to fall.
Because when the curtain closes for the last time, the lights turn off, and the people go home, a new page starts.
And that's scary, and exciting, and beautiful, and, if we're lucky, a few cast mates will make cameos in later acts.
And then we'll be able to remember. how good it was and how good it is to be reminded. though the scenes might have changed, and some of the cast members, the characters stay the same.
I don't know what any of this means, really, except that endings are sad, and so are transitions, and i'm not good at either. but im trying to be better. I know that life goes on, and it will likely be better, but the sound of the sliding curtain is being heard so i have to get ready for my final bow.
Scene.
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