The way things are!

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"The Way things are... stinks! I am not going to be a goner, I'm gone!"
Ferdinand, a duck!

At times, I feel that life is filled with so much pain and anguish, that I just feel like presenting my species a resignation letter to one of the officials that overseas our life continuance and just bail out to another universal experience, maybe being an asteroid in a far remote star system, where nothing can reach me.
Still, I realize that is not the purpose of any of this. There is always a reason for any such thing (that can be called a thing) to be the way it is. In fact there are millions of possible explanations to account for the way things are.
We can just hope to believe that somehow we are on the right track, and usually what we tend to believe is that whatever the reason is, it is more valid if a larger majority supports it, or if some "higher power" with the ability to persuade a naive majority of the "right" reason then we as sheep's will firmly accept it as the "REASON".
Some feel that there is something wrong in all the sets of reasons that are lying around these days, and they act according to what their instinct tells them.
For example:
Suicide - a bold attempt of escape into an unknown window, as a result of disagreement with the way things are.
Knowledge - a set of behaviours that unravel within the wisdom that dismisses the standard reasons and replaces them with a different standard that is compatible with the ongoing wisdom of the masses, yet camouflaged into acceptable values of the governing majority of opinions...
Isolation - the purge of contact with any members of the same species, because the way things are can never be accepted for any reason, and the solitary quietness provides with all the answers that one needs to overcome the disparity of it all.

Oh! I could ramble on about this all night!
I guess the purpose of this, is to masturbate my ego, to look somewhat clever and intelligent and hope that nobody thinks that this is my reason to call for attention. Why? Because I like to be noticed, without doing much for it. I guess walking in the nude in the downtown streets of Lisbon with probably caught someones eye and would give the police an acceptable reason for an arrest, but in the end, I would just be a goner inside a prison cell!

One can argue that the way things are stink, but if one is ready to look inside finding the true reason that puts things into a personal perspective then with that fresh new look, one can see what needs to be done. For all of us, there is a part to play.
I leave you now, with one of my favourite Shakespeareans quotes:


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 lined,
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 saved, 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.

William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)