The stage.........

All the world's a stage

And all the men and women merely players;



This is an extract from a poem that many of you might have heard about, and if you haven't, then this is from the poem Seven Ages by William Shakespeare from his play, As You Like It.

Have you ever thought of this at some point in time? If you were actually....YOU. If you weren't a puppet tethered to the fingers of a master puppeteer. If you were not as distinctly YOU as you thought you were. If you were merely a player who gets replaced when something goes wrong.


To be frank I have absolutely no idea what to believe and what not to about the "bigger scheme of things", and what the meaning of us being here as US actually is, or what our purpose is, or whether we are actually governed by our own thoughts or by someone else's. Are we actually making our choices on our own accord?


So, do you think you are merely a player on this big blue rock, which just so happens to be one among billions of others floating around in nothingness? Let us know in the comments below.



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