Life's Circus
In the darkness, as silence falls and the spotlight focuses on its subject I realise how much the contents of Cirque mirrors life. Sometimes it's a little scary, other times it can make you laugh. Even though it may not make any sense half of the time you can't help but be mesmerised by the spectacle of it all.
The discipline it takes to master your art. The trust you must have for others who hold your life in their hands. Your bodies working in perfect sync in one shared purpose.
Some of the players dare to risk the fall without a safety net. Some juggle whatever's thrown at them - and though they may drop the ball a few times, they get there in the end. Some are there to show you what to do and scold you when you get it wrong. Others find balance and you gasp in awe at how efortless they make it seem.
At times you are merely a spectator. At others the spotlight is on you. However small your part, taking part will always bring you more.
At the end, you applaud. Appreciative that you were there to witness what has taken place before you.
Quidam.
The discipline it takes to master your art. The trust you must have for others who hold your life in their hands. Your bodies working in perfect sync in one shared purpose.
Some of the players dare to risk the fall without a safety net. Some juggle whatever's thrown at them - and though they may drop the ball a few times, they get there in the end. Some are there to show you what to do and scold you when you get it wrong. Others find balance and you gasp in awe at how efortless they make it seem.
At times you are merely a spectator. At others the spotlight is on you. However small your part, taking part will always bring you more.
At the end, you applaud. Appreciative that you were there to witness what has taken place before you.
Quidam.