Life is a pitch.. this is a book that i started today and while i was glancing at the pages i realised that there is somuch more to life than what we think it is... here i am forced to quote Shakespeare:
"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.
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Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
It is so true in todays world.. every one is a lone survivor.. and rightly said so..
What if the last scene as quoted by Shakespeare comes in ones life early.. too early that we are caught between the love to live and the urge to go.... ?? It is the worst phase of ones life..
Though i do not like to cavil about petty issues.. life is sometimes fraught with so many twists and turns that my mind feels like a crushed piece of paper. How does it feel to be let down so often by people whom you love, rather let me rephrase.. how would it feel if one were to be let down often by people whom we consider love us?? Love diminishes... (BAH) i guess everything diminishes into the last line of what Shakespeare says... life becomes sans everything..
Often i am engulfed with that thought - " Am i rotting/ dying from within" - i have my mind squeal out to me... "Not yet" - HAHAHAHA.. not yet.. that was the answer till yesterday.. today my mind squealed out me... "Dont know"
Though i am not sure of what my mind wanted to convey.. i am certain that some part of me is washed away today. It is too early to comment.. what i am "sans of" but am sure in days to come i shall realise it...
" All the world is a stage... and Life's a (P)itch where we play".... (P) or (B)... all seems true to me today.....
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