Life Told by an Idiot

" Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, " wrote Shakespeare in Macbeth. Quoting this distinguished playwright has come from the possibility that some readers may shy away when we begin to look up on life as a journey that is not worth living, particularly that it signifies nothing at the end of the day. Numerous are the incidents in life that prove what Shakespeare wrote. During our childhood, we make a fuss and cry for hours for the simple reason that our toys or plastic cars break into pieces. We go furious and complain for days until we procure a new toy. We never take into account how the toy comes to us. All that matters is that we must have a toy or a plaything to play with to fill in the gap. The same thing is true of our choice of clothes, food, drinks, games, etc. Notwithstanding, the moment our childhood comes to an end, we give up all those toys, not because they are damaged, but because they no longer mean anything to us. In others words, they signify nothing anymore. Back to my childhood days, the only game I enjoyed so much was marbles. I couldn't do without it in that that I one day went on foot to a town at a distance of ten five miles to buy marbles. Now, the game has lost its value and means nothing to me. But it still means a lot to children. Similarly, the latter will in turn give it up as soon as they become adults. In our adulthood, we start to value invaluable life aspects, especially love, marriage, wealth, fame, enjoyment of all sorts, etc. Nobody can deny that we are constantly looking for true love. We all aspire to become famous no matter what it will take us to do so. We all run after all forms of entertainment, such as cinema, theater, basking by the seaside, visiting a tourist resort or a foreign country. We all hanker after some money and getting married to an ideal half. Some of us make noise and get furious on their way to attaining all these life pursuits. Some others daydream about a perfect married life, uttering some sounds helplessly during their sleep. Some sleep a wink on the night of a special day. Some do their best to seek fame wherever it is. Similar to what occurred to us as children, as the elderly, we soon give up everything we have attained the moment we observe that senility and old age are pervading every limb of our body. We begin to walk unsteadily; hence, basking by the seaside is no longer a dream. We begin to find some food tasteless. We begin to see our married life losing vitality after we have discovered the ins and outs of our imperfection. We begin to see money as useless as the latter does not guarantee health and return to adulthood. We begin to see love as a trick played on us soon after we find out many lies and defects. Most importantly, we begin to see life as futile, particularly that we have taken it seriously at every stage and now that we have found that we needn't have done so. Let us just breathe a deep sigh of relief now that a simple idiot has narrated our life. We are these simple idiots, anyway. We have made our life fraught with sound, noise, tumult, fury, anger, stress, etc. for the sake of ephemeral life stages. Only late in our life do we discover that life signifies nothing. Idiots can not discover this at an early age. That is why are are all simply idiots who have made our lives what they are at present.