Nostalgia or Time is Flat Circle

    Earlier this week I had the opportunity to be a substitute teacher in a High School Theater class. This was the second time I had spent a few days in there, and it was fun to go back and see those kids again. While it always a pretty easy day, I mean they are theater kids, it is always a little bit of a mind trip for me to go back into that environment.

      For those who don't know, I spent the majority of my High School years in the dark recesses of the High School Theater. I fancied myself a true actor, and spent countless hours in that space that was mostly overlooked by the majority of other students in the school. We thought we were artists, creating and portraying characters that had depth and complexity. In high school theater. That's where the equation falls apart. We were 16 years old with zero life experience outside of our suburban town. Because it is High School theater. It doesn't matter. Not one play any High School troupe has put on, has ever mattered, in the history of the universe as we can consciously perceive it. Nothing groundbreaking. Ever.

    But that's not what we thought. We thought we were rock stars. More than that, we always thought we were artists. That fact was more depressing, looking back, than any of the other ones. To think that at 16, and living in a predominately white suburban community, we could tap into the nature of human existence in the universe and create something that has substance. What would that have been? Everyone looked and acted the same.

    But I think those sorts of ideas and actions are necessary to cultivate a very special type of person. It is like trying to herd a cat. You just have to pin them in and then wait. Hopefully one day you can harness your creativity into something worth while. Because that desire to create never really leaves.

   

   
 

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