Caring

Back in drama school, I remember having to rummage through old costumes and hand-me down toys each week with my classmates before putting up a scene for our professors. On occasion you'd run into actors in the same tiny prop closet and get into arguments over who got to use a plastic sword, or a broken sawhorse to bring the pages of Brecht, Ibsen, and Shakespeare to life.

At a quick glance it seems almost comical; just a bunch of kids over-reacting to something that now seems frivolous. But the more I think about it, maybe we were actually on to something. We all wanted to create so badly, to bring a world to life. Caring so much about something can't be a bad thing.