Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills

 We've played too many roles, yet forgotten to play ourselves.

　　　　　　 —Epigraph

Actors on stage, diverse and varied, enact joys and sorrows in their respective fields. When the story ends, they win applause, their acting flawless.

In life, we are all different, a multitude of characters. We play various roles, handle various situations, even feigning ingratiation requires skill.

White-collar workers in the workplace are adept at navigating social situations, skillfully maneuvering among people, their silver tongues eloquent and their performances impeccable, as if born actors, needing no practice, already masters of their craft.

Perhaps the dead of night is the best makeup remover; all the hustle and bustle fades, all the lights of homes dim. Shedding the pretense, withdrawing the insincere smiles, putting aside the bizarre language, revealing our true selves, we find ourselves no longer like ourselves, success and fame, all absurdity.

A myriad of characters intertwine to form the web of life, and the intricate lines test everyone's acting skills. Those with good acting skills rise rapidly, while those with poor acting skills decline.

Only when life comes to an abrupt end do we realize that we have played too many people, but forgotten to play ourselves.