Is life a rehearsal?

Empty theater stage with wooden floor and red curtains under a spotlight

Sometimes life feels like a rehearsal.

But who wrote the script and the lines that you play?

Who determines what you think and what you say?

Life is not a rehearsal.

This is it.

Every minute you’re on the stage.

Playing your part.

Sometimes it’s tragic, sometimes it’s art

How many scripts do you have to read.

Before you believe?

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