“All the world’s a stage” wrote Shakespeare.
“And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.”
It gives one pause to thought. What is the real purpose in life? For some, it is the desire to get married and raise a family, others the pursuit of career and material wealth, and for others the pursuit of the creative arts where personal expression becomes an obsession that warrants sacrifice of all other worldly gains.
There is the participant, and the observer.
Those that glide through life without questioning its direction or purpose, and those that are so intensely philosophical and analytical that some are driven to madness.
We each tread our own path, and our experiences throughout life undoubtedly influence who we are today, affecting how we view ourselves and how we view others.
Apparently, research indicates that people who are religious are generally happier than those who are not. If this is so, is it because it is the belief in a “higher being” that brings about a sense of purpose or meaning to life, or is it the wanting to believe in something that makes it an unconscious requisite, in order to avoid the uncomfortable conclusion that there may in fact be no meaning at all.
Personally, I’ve never been all that interested in material gain. At least that’s what I like to think, but sometimes I wonder whether that’s entirely true.
Others feel a sense of purpose in helping others, Father Riley for example, through his tireless efforts to assist the drug addicted and homeless street kids in the heart of Kings Cross.
Some of the world’s greatest expressionists like Nina Simone and Billy Holiday, as well as comedians like Tony Hancock and Spike Milligan while, on the surface have displayed an almost genius like quality, have concealed a deep and dark side which they’ve eventually succumbed to.
So this is this weekend’s deep and meaningful.
What do you think it’s all about…?
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