Thinking About Friends, But I Wish Not Like This…

I saw a play last night that was good, but very sad and reminded me too much of the depressing state of some lives I know. In the first act, some characters showed scars they received from fights, or from themselves, and I thought about my friends with similar scars.

In the second act, so many characters started talking about people who let them down, hurt them and broke their hearts, never wanting to trust or love again, and I thought about my friends who also swear they’ll never trust or love again because they’ve been hurt.

By the end, no one really had a happy ending, no one even believed they would have one, and I thought about my friends who felt the same despair, but played it off as if it was just life.

I wish art didn’t imitate life like this.