Shakespeare was right--life is a stage.
It is meant to be a grand stage, full of gaudy lights and neon signs, jesters and clowns and acrobats.
Sadly, for many of us, there is a heckler in the audience.
Depression.
Whenever we join in the merry festivities--whenever we truly live--it shouts us down.
Fortunately, the metaphor carries a grain of hope. Like others, this heckler can be dealt with.
Have you ever seen a truly talented performer deal with one? They don't lose their minds, or shout until they're red-faced. No--they use a witty, well-timed put-down that gets the audience roaring with laughter. So funny that even the heckler must laugh.
Depression is no different. Try to fight it, or shout it down, and it only grows more vicious. Lose your temper, and it wins. At least no one will upload the resulting meltdown to YouTube...hopefully.
Instead, maintain your composure. Be strong. Respond to the depression with humor and magnanimity--disarming it, while simultaneously projecting your inner resolve. Seamlessly incorporate it into your act--your life--so that it has no choice but TO SERVE YOU.
No heckler can resist that.
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