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The Children of Geppetto

William Shakespeare wrote that All the world’s a stage. He wasn’t wrong. Each day we visit hair and makeup before stopping by wardrobe. We put on costumes and the faces we want to show the world. Then we act. Like we’re happy. Like we’re fulfilled. Like we’re successful. Until one day we wake up tired. Just tired. Tired of performing. Of Acting. Of someone else pulling the strings. And then it happens: We join them. The children of Geppetto. The string-less puppets, who every night, wish upon a star that they can get off the stage, put aside the charade and be real! Be true. True to who they are behind the masks and costumes. True to what they believe when they aren’t reciting the scripts we’re all taught to recite. The string-less puppets are the ones who know love. Real, and true and honest love. They love themselves and each other. They’re the only ones who can. Because true love requires real people Who know themselves and show themselves to the world. Without masks, Costumes, Scripts, Or Strings. 4/18/15

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