Taking a minute from a busy schedule, at some point in our
life we may question “Why am I here?”However the TV, your mom ,or your boss
breaks your introspection and it is never thought of again.Yet when you find yourself with too much time
once again the question strikes? Why indeed am I here?
The human life cycle
as Shake sphere famously put it (bear with me guys) is divided into seven stages.
For the poetically inclined:
“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,
His
acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling
and puking in the nurse's arms.
And
then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And
shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly
to school. And then the lover,
Sighing
like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made
to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full
of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous
in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking
the bubble reputation
Even
in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In
fair round belly with good capon lined,
With
eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full
of wise saws and modern instances;
And so
he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into
the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With
spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His
youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For
his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning
again toward childish treble, pipes
And
whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That
ends this strange eventful history,
Is
second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans
teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
An attempt to traverse a mountain and reach the peak of adulthood,
before the onset of the battle with time?
Or is it a transient experience which one must undergo
before being thrust into the real life which is salvation?Is this an illusion?
:O
A bid to inveigle a deity? A life spend in subscribing to
the instructions of a text allegedly containing the instructions of a superior
entity.Constantly defending our beliefs
and deriding anyone who thinks different.(I know I sound hypocritical)
Alas this writer has neither been dead nor seen another
return from the dead. And so empirical evidence suggests that this could be the
only life which is merely an outcome of chance. So how indeed will we make use
of this serendipitous existence?
Will I spend this life cooped up in a cubicle attempting to accumulate
as much wealth as time would allow me to? Would I follow a dream? Would I live
for Love?No one can nor should make a choice for you because 60 years down the line you don't want to be an old depressed "Pantaloon" who hates life but rather you must be able to take the step to the other side with a smile
As of now I am perhaps wound up in the path I am, as an
outcome of confusion. However I do make it
a point to enjoy life and make the most out of every moment.
So what do you think life is about?
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