Thursday, 27 January 2011

Life's brief candle


"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing."


.: Shakespeare :.

Back then during my Form 1 when this poem is taught I don't really get what it means. I just imagined that this poem is all about people performing on theater or something - just as my teacher taught me - without any thought that it also can be implied into life.

But now after about 21 years of experiencing whatever around me in life, the perspective changes here and there, and so do my understanding. Life is not just revolving around homework or television anymore, but rather now it implies on every single detail that we could think of.

Yesterday, today, or even tomorrow, what do I want to expect in life? Day after day passed and all I could see is the worst of everything, here and there. Of course there's a good part on everything, but as I grew up my perception in life is quite literally dramatic. It's more about the inner sense - what do you feel in life, or even what do you want to be, or want to feel - all that quite related to our emotions.

But then during life, I've encounter some people which are truly not what it seems to be. People whom are a great actors in this stage of life - people whom have a hidden desires, either it was good or not. Nevertheless, they will acted accordingly to achieve their desires. And they sacrifice a lot during the process, even some sacrifice their own conscience in order to achieve their goal.

So in the end, does people really achieve what they want to be in life?
Do they feel its worth a while, while sacrificing all others and abandoning the true conscience just to achieve this one goal of their goal in life.
Why people tend to become an ass**** or rather plastics just to please others; like what Cady Heron mention in Mean Girls - just to gain popularity and recognition?

At last what do we achieve, really, when our inner selves are being eaten alive bit by bit, day after day?

No matter how good we act in life, there would be a turning point on everything. No one are able to live the life they've achieve for forever. If it isn't karma that gets us, then death will be a resolution. Nobody wins.

In the end, life's just like a brief of a candle.

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