Owning the Three Act Stageplay of Your Life

                 As is in any symbolic gesture, such as life, one can act out anything they so desire, and put it out into the world, letting it manifest from the inside out, and consciously it shares the life and times of anyone in the form of  a three act play.  There is a contention here, by me, and not by all of you, there, that lives contain three acts, and for most of us, it is definitely an Off Broadway production, having been written by each individual Playwright.
                 Now in keeping with that symbolic gesture idea of scripting your own production, I plead my case, for most people, in whatever dramatic way they choose, life plays itself out in three distinct one act performances.  Those of childhood, where you are part of a nuclear family, no matter the size or intentions contained in those eulogies, those of the vagabond years, where you find goals, try to understand the perimeters of your external world, and then, a choice between the continuation of self, and one of sharing the soul with another vagabond, as in a lifelong companion.  
                 In my case, I chose, and I am claiming the territory here, where others claim the territory there, to have the sequences in my life being part of that nuclear family life in the first act of my stageplay, by being part of a military family, which every few years demanded that we pack our bags, and become a subplot in an ongoing first act. From time to time, you had to confront another topographical emotional framework, inundated with new characters, cultures and architectural landscapes.
                After that ambitious choice for the first act, of a three act play, I chose to spend my vagabond years, expanding my perimeters, by studying, not in a classroom, or with any inherent goal in mind, different ways in which to grasp that family motto that the " Child " family ran up the flagpole one evening, around a campfire and some toasted Marshmallows, of  "Imitate Rather Than Envy".  It became not so perfectly clear where these smoke and mirror wisps would land me, but the concepts were as " Close to the Edge " as I desired to go.   
                Though I am now, in all it's glory and expansiveness, in that third act, and it will take me into somewhat of a "Swan Song", of caressing the boundaries of that elusive show stopper called "Matrimony", which unlike rehearsals I was afforded for the first two one act stage plays, there are no set perimeters and no directors barking out nuances of light, action, camera or "Roll Em", it is up to the two  individual actors on stage to develop the plot as they trudge themselves thru both of their third of three one act plays.  This inherent social protocol terrior, where two individual tunes become a harmony over the due course of time, disregarding the space so defined in the beginning and middle of this harbinger of infatuated neural activity becomes one of the most difficult, demanding, and often, if you will, most rewarding one act portion of the stageplay of  anyone's life.
                This soliloquy  of the three act play of life has then been brought to you by that colloquial euphemism as it was    "In the Beginning ", as it " Is Now", and so shall it " Ever Be", world without "End"...on with the your show, this is " IT ".