Is life really like a runway?

Is life really like a runway? the initial entrance onto the long straight catwalk. the first glances people throw at you, whilst they scrutinise your every move and muscle. They notice what you wear i.e your abilities and talents, what you're born with (body) and what you're clothed with (developed talents) You can't turn back now, you've been pushed onstage by the very-punctual stage manager.
Is life really like a runway? as you trot down the plateau that overlooks the viewers on your left and right. you're strutting your stuff, every leg movement wary of the criticism that falls on your left and right. at the corner of your eyes, gossips and comments on your every action is being rapidly dispersed. This is your time to shine, quick! no time for adjustments, all you need to do is make it through this time of movement and then, pizzazz at the end.

You pass by another person who has just finished his pose (yours is coming up next) and he has a brief eye contact. He notices you but probably doesn't care coz his climax is over. You still walk straight ahead. without. any. panic. if you did, you'd probably come crashing from your stilettos and that's not what life/fashion is about.



is life really like a runway? you're approaching the all important podium end, where you give your best. your BEST pose, your BEST poise, your BEST facial expression, your BEST impression of the clothes you are adorned with, the BEST body angle. Immediately, people are wowed by the positive attributes you have exhibited. strobe lights are flashing, the frantic clicking of DSLRs can be heard. the nods on the faces of the viewers and the smug look on the clothes designer makes it all worth it. you've done justice to his creation. All negative outlooks on your performance disperses just like the artifical wind that's blowing into your hair.

Is life really like a runway? you get one shot. only that, the make or break. any second chances? nope. any way to adjust your hair on the runway? nope, that'd be break and not make. any chance of making small talk on the runway? nope, it's every man for himself. is there any possibility of imperfection? nope.

life's like that.
now quick,
profile,
your podium shot is up next.