or is life to some a cabaret?

showers = good for thought...


i wonder how many people in life do consider it a 'cabaret'
and the more i think about it, the more true it rings with me.
and the more i like that musical i saw at the rep.
in one scene where cliff is trying to convince sally to escape germany and go to america, she's convinced that it's all fine, life's a big cabaret, nothing but a party. he yells at her, when will she wake up?! when will she look at herself?! she's slept her way to everything she's ever owned! life's not one big party, and whatever party there was is over in berlin.
and in the end sally refused, she stayed in berlin.
life's a cabaret to her, and i think she realized that it wasn't in reality...
but she wished to keep dreaming.
like so many people now...
similar lives to sally aswell.
i really want to see this musical again...
shall be sad when i'm not a student and can't find tickets for these things for $10 anylonger...


*random
and the more i think about it the more i'm just glad that that whole relationship is over.
not glad that it happened.
but glad that it's over.
and...

spring breezes should settle, not be captured.
and definitely not forced.