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.
William Shakespeare must have been reading my mind when he wrote the lines above.
These were the lines I always quoted in every single mail I wrote....in every single year book or slam book I ever wrote in.....for the simple reason that they sounded good.
Now, they make more sense than ever.....my life seems to be changing.....so rapidly.....my world seems so different....its getting so difficult to hold on to anything….not that I could ever hold on…..but…..its just new territory…….im not too sure if im going to like it……but then….time is just dragging me along…….
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.
School life was so much fun....I met my best friend there....the one person who knew me inside out....and now...she has to go to....to a country far far away........not that we aint going to keep in touch…..but communication is sure going to be reduced…..to a handful of Instant messages…..phone calls…..and those really sad messages…….will miss those long LAZZYYYYYYYYYY afternoons…….when we did absolutely nothing…….that nothing seems to be everything that made up my life……girl…..im going to miss you.
Long live technology…….
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.
Lately, experience...or rather life has taught me that these lines apply to each and every one of us....kind of shudder at the very thought of it....
An important realization dawned upon me.....we are just puppets....in the hands of the power above.....call it fate....destiny...anything you like....but its there....
Just when you feel the world is UTOPIA....WHAM....he just has to show you what HE thinks. Sometimes I just wish he’d mind his business……but he just cant…..can he ?…..makes me smile…..a rather woeful smile……if only a human being had the cosmos in his hands…..
Imagination……come back here……
College…hmmmm…….this is where I grew up……I think putting "THE EXPERIENCE" into words….takes away from the entire sentiment……it was indescribable…..perfect……I still haven’t grown out of it……
There is something I believe in…..i believe that there is a golden light that connects you to everyone you truly hold close to your heart……the light travels from heart to heart…..soul to soul…..college pals are the ones I have that light traveling with……its been so special……
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.
Im yet to live these ages…….but with the golden light that binds......i sure hope my belief in humanity stays in tact…..
Life is so freaking strange……..it’s an angelic bitch…….It the biggest oxymoron ever……..
It’s a dream……and at the same time the biggest nightmare………..
Well……hop in………and try…..or at least pretend to enjoy the roller coaster……..because at the end of it…..life has never been in your hands…….
Hail Shakespeare…….you rock my world.
