Title: Her Philosophy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Olivia, and it implies at everyone else
Word Count: 155
Disclaimer: Okay, so I don't own CotRK, but can you blame me for wanting to?
Warning/s: It's clean.
Summary: It was what it was. And she got that.
A/N: I friggen L O V E this poem. It is epic.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts
William Shakespeare - "All the World's a Stage" from As You Like It
A lot of people didn't understand her.
And she got that.
A lot of people didn't understand why or how she did things, and whatever for.
And she got that.
But most of all, a lot of people misjudged her for the eccentricity she wore all over the place as a first nature and how she managed to carry herself through it all no matter how many peculiar stares she attracted from who knows who.
But still, she got that.
Because while all these little people went around living their boring little people lives, she could grab the best bunch of actors that the world's theatre could offer her and together they would create the greatest damn play ever and blow away all those boring little people's minds.
Because that was just how Olivia saw everything.
All the world was her stage, and she was going to steal the show before the cue was over.
Fin.