Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?
Life's like a play: it's not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters.
If Shakespeare can compare all of life to a stage, maybe it's not odd to believe that part of the play can take place on a basketball court.
What is our life? A play of passion. Our mirth the music of division. Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be, Where we are drest for this short Comedy.
Did I play my role well? If so, then applause, because the comedy is finished!
From a Buddhist point of view, emotions are not real. As an actor, I manufacture emotions. They're a sense of play. But real life is the same. We're just not aware of it.
The world is a play that would not be worth seeing if we knew the plot.
Sometimes we feel like life is like theater, really.
All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
The world is a stage we walk upon. We are all in a way fictional characters who write ourselves with our beliefs.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
