Life as we know it, is a stage.
As the great Shakespeare has put forth,
“All the world’s a stage, And all men and women merely players;”
This stage is a platform of the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the charming and
So never, bow down to the winter that passes by because to shine the brightest even nature
covers itself with cold and ice.
Moreover, never take the spring to the head for if there is spring, winter is soon around.
And yes this life is a stage
And maybe there is no happily ever after
But mistake not, for you are the master, the artist and all the power lies in your hand for even
during the silence in the winter, the nature replenishes to blossom in the spring.
And when nothing works hope, faith and belief are your greatest friends
Oh Dear, even the gods have proven that you come in this world as one and you die as one to
submerge into the nature
Therefore, do not let your misery be in the faith of the others,
For to give pain is what is external but to drive the pain into the right direction is how you
master your play.
For after every dark night the sun has risen and for every winter the spring has blossomed
For all the worlds only a stage and the greatest patience is to watch the weather change.