Seven Ages Of Man - Self Perspective

The Seven Ages of Man

"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 lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

Reading this Monologue over and over again fills me with a spirit of realm over the unseen and ascribe about the past which is before my eyes in the form of visuals and memories.. I always believed this monologue need to be expressed by everyone according to their own phases gelling in the stories of lives.

So true the statement William Shakespeare made about we being players and this world being a a stage full of actors every one performing the act of his or her own life. Being a stage there are many scenes and acts (like the twist and turns of real life) that changes the whole plot of our stories. And life never is the same, we are born as a child and die as a child though but we do pass different phases of our lives which surely is a roller coaster ride for some, or a loaded wagon, a bus drive or even a jet fighter plane.

When I look back, the mewling and puking time were the best I guess, though I technically can’t remember any stuff but picture memories are there to tell me all about it. I was a sober kid as my mom quotes it not a bothering one and a cute one not to forget ;)

The Whining school girl phase was the best of my life because I can recall it in real time, I was a highly talkative person with every moment to cherish in my imaginative world!. Though my teachers always tagged me as talkative one this never stopped me from speaking more ; actually it added more fuel to the fire. I never needed people to talk; I used to talk to mirrors, dolls, walls where ever and what ever I came along. I was a lazy kid in the morning and never appreciated the cruelty of waking kids up so early J

Not forgetting the never ending crushes of my life; being an admirer of beauty and appraiser of Gods creations my crush list is a long one; actually cannot fix in to this space but getting in to crushes gives and admiration in one’s life and sense of right and wrong so going for crushes in not at all a bad phase and recommended to all. But yes true love does strike one and enriches life to the full. Which when approaches you should be welcomed with full zeal like I did. With all the twist and turns and ups and downs my life has taught many worthy lessons some to cherish and some to dreadfully forget. Behavior modifications and maturity in life has become one aspect of my personality. Yet there is more to learn and pass the 5^th, 6^th and the 7^th stage of life. Which I am sure will be full of glory and charm.

More to come and more to learn.