Indeed many has occurred and many incidents have taken place. Through that, many inspirations have come and go. What a waste, I truly thought a point. But, what to do, Life’s brief candle. As I have shared particularly with a friend. That has got to be one of the best literature I can still recollect from my high school bench syllabus. I can’t help but to post it here and remind my fellow mates about it.
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,
Taken from Macbeth V.v.19-28 by William Shakespeare
Certainly many of us are familiar with the meaning from interpretation by our fellow linguists in the education field. But, the poem seems resounding in life. Not my life particularly, but in lives of those who have chooses to end their life. What a sad drama when people have nothing more that they can stay for, they chose to end their life.
I am putting forth this reflection of my upon a series of case of suicide that has taken place in recent month. Some may think they are stupid, or some may say they are brave. I am sure there are a series of plot behind the scenes which many not know. Is life really nothing but just struts and frets by a poor player upon the stage and tall tale told by an idiot with full of sound and fury and then is heard no more?