Life is whatever you want it to be

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?