Daily Thoughts: All The World’s A Stage

I can’t remember when I heard those words from Shakespeare’s play, As You Like It. It’s been nearly every day where I feel as if my mind is running on a wind mill, moving and moving with my thoughts running like water and wind. I’ve been putting pen to paper to write pages of my thoughts, letting them sink into the paper. Yet, sometimes I think about how the part that I show to the world, conceals how much I hide of myself. I’m not sure how I interpret those words All the world’s a stage, because they are said in a melancholy way. It makes me feel as if I am lying on my bed listening to Lana Del Rey’s Kill Kill. Perhaps we are all actors in the world in some way and maybe it’s a dramatic way of expressing everyday living in the way we talk, walk and our personalities viewed from different eyes of the audiences.

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..

When I’m feeling sad or like to be left alone, I like to think that I hold a disguise within myself, in which no one else sees. Although, it seems silly because when I am calm I realise that even then, I don’t reveal a lot of myself to most people. Call it the introvert and private part of me. In my past posts, I wrote a lot about being yourself. It’s so important to stay true to yourself. I believe this very deeply because that’s all we can be at the end of the day. It’s interesting, how many characters many people can play. Others may be able to switch on exuberance or the manners of an unreserved nature. Unfortunately, there are people who take advantage of their characters, which makes me wonder if it is best that we just keep to ourselves.

There are moments where I need to use more energy to look interested, as many actions of interests are often through high energy in ones voice, actions and facial expression. What I struggle with is that often I am very deeply interested, but perhaps my face doesn’t show it. I feel it internally, yet having to constantly be energetic makes me feel as if my fuel is running low. We all speak the words we do and act the way we are, because it is in our character. Our lives have different lines, chapters and highs and lows. I’d like to think of our lives like a book, because it makes it much more beautiful. Reading always takes me into another world, and so our lives bring us back to our own.

When we wake up, we decide what to wear and how to present ourselves. We decide the script we speak and the actions we take. There are times when I walk on the city roads, and somehow people are always in a rush, always needing to be somewhere, always out of time and sometimes a little sad eyed. The rush through life, that reminds me to slow down. We play different roles in society, some important (relationships) and others not so important (job position). Then again, the meaning of stage also points at the different chapters of our lives from childhood to adulthood until death. As it speaks about the seven ages of men in the play: The helpless infant, The whining schoolboy, The emotional lover, The devoted soldier, The wise judge, The clueless old man, The corpse.

It is used in the figurative sense, but can be interpreted in so many ways.

4 thoughts on “Daily Thoughts: All The World’s A Stage

  1. I enjoy reading your thoughtful posts. I’ve always had trouble with the saying ‘be yourself’, as I’ve never really been sure who that is. I am very changeable and find there is no definite solid person who is ‘myself’. We are very complex beings – more like moving, shifting waves of the ocean that anything that can be easily defined.

    I’ve always remembered a Shakespeare quote that I learned in school which also touches on the parts we play. It is from Macbeth:

    “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
    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.”

    It is a sad way of looking at life I suppose, but it also brings to mind how brief and fleeting our time is here. And in knowing that, we can begin to truly appreciate it.
    Sorry for the long comment. Best wishes x

    1. Thank you so much Kim :) I loved that you shared an excerpt from Macbeth. It took me back to my high school days and my love of reading Shakespeare. That’s very true what you said – “We are very complex beings” and no one can be easily defined in a sentence. Perhaps that’s the beauty of life – knowing that life will fly by yet remembering to take the most of each moment!

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