"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."
And Life is a one man show definitely. All your joys, all your sorrows, all your belongings, all your desires, all your acts are your very own. Yours alone. Period. No one can ever take them away from you. The more you fancy that your friends, or your dear ones will share your griefs, the harder is slap in the face when reality strikes. Sometimes some fellow performers can make it a little smoother for you, but the fact stands irrefutable - you have got to act and duly bow even on the rainy day.
Life is lesson hard to learn. It teaches in its antipathetic ways how to smile when you are totally disheveled. Survive in sheer awe of the miseries life can inflict, living through moments of discomforting impotence, keeping hopes alight through shattering expectations. It tests your patience when you have totally run out of it. And to make it more backbreaking, you are escorted with phonies.
Why is life such a puzzle anyway? What the heck is so well about life when it never ends well? Death is a hideous end to life. Have you ever seen it living in someone's eyes - through your eyes, by the touch of those hands on yours...Its a creepy feeling.
Its such a funny thing. Life is a bitch as I always say but still we want to live. Sometimes I wonder what is the bright side of life, if at all there is?
Life is a paradox. And death is not a prophecy. Though the winter of my discontent is now, the unhappiness shall never be past.
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."
And Life is a one man show definitely. All your joys, all your sorrows, all your belongings, all your desires, all your acts are your very own. Yours alone. Period. No one can ever take them away from you. The more you fancy that your friends, or your dear ones will share your griefs, the harder is slap in the face when reality strikes. Sometimes some fellow performers can make it a little smoother for you, but the fact stands irrefutable - you have got to act and duly bow even on the rainy day.
Life is lesson hard to learn. It teaches in its antipathetic ways how to smile when you are totally disheveled. Survive in sheer awe of the miseries life can inflict, living through moments of discomforting impotence, keeping hopes alight through shattering expectations. It tests your patience when you have totally run out of it. And to make it more backbreaking, you are escorted with phonies.
Why is life such a puzzle anyway? What the heck is so well about life when it never ends well? Death is a hideous end to life. Have you ever seen it living in someone's eyes - through your eyes, by the touch of those hands on yours...Its a creepy feeling.
Its such a funny thing. Life is a bitch as I always say but still we want to live. Sometimes I wonder what is the bright side of life, if at all there is?
Life is a paradox. And death is not a prophecy. Though the winter of my discontent is now, the unhappiness shall never be past.
