“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.”
This quote from William Shakespeare seemed like an anecdote to every heartache, failure, emotional incompetence. It seemed so enthralling that it lingered in my mind for long.Enlightened by a thought, I realized all is but a myth. The theater actors, after all are aware of the script and know it’s not their story.So how can one expect a common being like me to pretend to know everything? When the unknown brings more uncertainty and restlessness.
It’s easier to think that each one of us in the universe is here to play their part from birth to death.We are merely players because no one lives forever but plays his or her part and departs.Life is surely a circle and each part leaves behind its own traces.By the poem, Shakespeare demonstrates the seven stages of life.Each being different is like a theater actor playing its role in the ‘stage’ called ‘life’.
There is something that still leaves me intrigued.How can one play their life parts like an actor, not getting attached, knowing it won’t last long? I urge to give me the script, of my life I repeat and I shall overwhelm thee all. Wouldn’t it be enthralling knowing the events that are going to take place in future? We would be more prepared to act/defend/ignore. Life would be much simpler.Some would defend saying it might be monotonous.To that, I can only say everything has its positive and negative.Since I haven’t experienced such a situation I would not mind being on the positive side’.
Disclaimer: The thoughts expressed are personal where it is just an attempt to give another side of the phrase “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players”.The purpose is not to contradict what William Shakespeare in the Poem stated.
I would love to hear your interpretations of the phrase.
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;” or anything you would like to share.Let your imaginations flow.
Refer to the extract here