Life’s a Stage, with a six-act play

Shakespeare had seven stages of life, but I have settled for six acts on one stage…

The First Act • Innocence– You are running free as a child, with images of past lives and guardian angels vivid in your mind; the imagination free, the strong spirit of enquiry to take those earlier experiences onto their next stages of evolution, the constant asking of “why not?” and the fear of being sanctioned by elders who keep admonishing you to “behave.”

The Second Act – Rebellion •Past lives forgotten, with this life becoming more important: the pleasures of manhood, awakened sexuality, the need to hunt and conquer, to rebel against those who keep saying “behave.” You pursue education in the schools of academe and experience in the school of life. The first job. Joining activist and protest groups; being dragged away by police at demonstrations and being proud of those badges of honour received. Determined to chart your own way and not repeat the mistakes of the previous generation.

The Third Act – Conformance – The career job. Marrying a beautiful spouse, raising a trophy family and joining the establishment. Becoming one of those very people who admonished you as a child and asked you to “behave”. Realizing that the only way to accumulate wealth is to play along and become organizational man. Do not challenge but be politically correct. The system has worked from time immemorial, so why change it? A house in the suburbs, a cottage, and money in the bank is as far as you can see. Not looking in the mirror anymore.

The Fourth Act – Collapse • Tired inside your soul for having compromised and given in, having the courage to finally look in the mirror and be horrified by whom you see. A time of nervous breakdown, marriage breakdown and career breakdown, and the first touches of mortality, all which remind you of time running out. Children leave, spouses leave, bosses leave, friends leave, but you are more comfortable with the pieces that you have left –because they belong only to you.

The Fifth Act – Renaissance – You join new protest groups that are more organized and goal oriented. You do work that inspires, write books, share your accumulated mistakes (wisdom), cultivate new and more intellectual friends; build relationships that have more longevity but less passion. You hit your stride with deliberate physical exercise, and with medications and diet to keep all systems fired. You calibrate and celebrate your achievements and document them for legacy. You reach out and understand empathy and compassion for the first time.

The Final Act – Curtain Call – Your hands cannot write anymore, your eyes falter and the hearing is suspect. You feebly try to admonish your adult children to let the grandchildren run free “Don’t repeat my mistakes.” You don’t hear them mumble “Silly duffer”. The angels have returned in flashbacks of fading memory; you even recognize dear friends among their ranks, ones who called it quits earlier because they had learned everything they needed to and released one of those fatal lurking illnesses in our bodies to end their act. You rise nobly, accounts settled, take a bow to those still in the audience and exit the stage—gracefully, if able.

2 thoughts on “Life’s a Stage, with a six-act play”

  1. Hello Shane!

    Quite an interesting analogy and I enjoyed reading through it.
    Just guessing that there may be few “scenes” in progress in Act V – among which the launching of a new book, which sounds great.

    Best of luck with the launching and congratulations,

    Irina M.

  2. Irina,
    I think I am in that fifth act, with the clock on warp speed. This is the period in which I need to get all the books that are in me out into the world – three have come out so far, and five others are lurking, waiting to be born. I just have to make sure that they see the light of day before curtain call, or before “the eyes falter and the hearing becomes suspect.”
    Thanks for your comments!
    Shane

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