What Is Your Conclusion/ Reflection to MY Poem?

Question by Larissa B: what is your conclusion/ reflection to MY poem?
Life is a Theatre by unknown author

Have you ever thought your life could possibly be a theatre?
well it actually could be very similar to that.
when life is a theatre you have to
Invite Your Audience Carefully.
Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in your life.
There are some people in your life who need to be loved from a DISTANCE.
It is amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of – or minimize
your time with – those draining, negative, incompatible, ‘not-going-
anywhere’ relationships or friendships.

Observe the relationships around you.
Pay close attention…
Which ones lift, and which ones lean?
Which ones encourage, and which ones discourage?
Which ones are on a path of growth uphill, and which ones are going downhill?
When you leave certain people, do you feel better or feel worse?
Which ones always have drama, or don’t really understand, know or
appreciate you & the gifts that lie within you?

Remember that the people you have around you will have an impact on your
life, your values and your income. So, be careful when choosing the
people you hang out with, as well as the information with which you will
feed your mind. We should not share our dreams with negative people, nor
feed our minds with negative thoughts.

The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth
around you… the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit
in the FRONT ROW, and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.

Ask God for wisdom and discernment, and choose wisely the people who
will sit in the front row of your life.

You cannot change the people around you….
but you CAN change the people you choose to be around

Best answer:

Answer by Rose Victoria
Nice.

Know better? Leave your own answer in the comments!

Jackson Browne – “Cocaine – (The Rehab Version)”- Meadowbrook, NH – July 2012

Upon request, Jackson plays “Cocaine – (The Rehab Version)”. Sadly, my memory card maxed out moments before Sara came in on fiddle… drat!