As i lay on my bed, the monophonic sounds of rain drops together with the noise from a distant television blended mysteriously to give some form of music, I began to muse… And there again William Shakespeare came to mind…
“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. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth.
And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.
Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
( “All the world’s a stage” is the phrase that begins a monologue from William Shakespeare ‘s As You Like It , spoken by the melancholy Jaques in Act II Scene VII)
In my short life, I have come to appreciate the ephemeral nature of our existence, we all from reflections will attest to the temporariness of any condition in life. My country Ghana finds herself in deep sorrow mourning our late President, He did his part as an academic and as a President, now his life on earth is done and we together with the world will pay our last respect.
A maxim I picked from my dad rang in my head as I excogitated… “No condition is permanent…”