We are born in this world and are designed and destined to play our part. Whatever part has been allotted to us, that has to be played well and it is only then that it would be said of us that we lived well. People would remember us and we would leave our footprints on the sand of time.
A father, a son, a brother, a sister, a neighbour, a leader, a teacher, an industrialist, a businessman, a political leader all these are parts that destiny has designed for man in the same way as the director of a drama assigns very actor a role for which he be found suitable.
The role thus assigned, if properly played leaves a lasting impression on the audience and he is ever remembered for his part. The show goes on, one actor comes, plays his part and goes out and then the other actor comes.
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Each one keeps playing his part and leaves the stage for others to come and play their part. This is how the world has gone on for thousand, millions and billions of years and shall go on till eternity one knows not for how long. The poet writes about a rivulet makes the rivulet to say ‘Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.’
So does the world say, about its stage? Generations will come generations will go no one is immortal but the world would go on. The stage of the world’s theatre shall never be empty of actors. But each one will be playing his own part assigned to him for as long as his part is required in life’s drama.
This is how we say ‘All the world’s a stage’.