On Stage

Ironically, it is difficult to live our ordinary lives, our ordinary daily grind. Even more difficult than the apparently grandiose events or the occasional surges that punctuate our living biographies.

The ordinary, the reticent, the one relegated and closeted behind doors, is difficult not only because it is the longest, largest time spent, which often times drags, and most of the time leaves our efforts within crevices, unnoticed by others - it is difficult because we cannot stand facing ourselves. Once alone, we cannot stand to face our limitations, tragic pains and longings that inhabit our most secret realities. Their overabundance dwarfs the many occasions of joys we had in the past.

Paradoxically, it is difficult when standing on stage we have ourselves as our only audience.

by J.M. Manzano