In his play Macbeth, Shakespeare’s lead character says after his wife’s death:
“Life is a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing.”
And yes, he was spot on.
Life. Sudden joys and sudden sorrows.
One day everything feels normal, the next day someone disappears —
a sudden sickness, a sudden accident, a sudden death.
A stroke, a collapse, a single unexpected moment…
and the entire script changes without consulting us.
Characters exit the stage before we even understand their role.
My Simple Rule for Staying Human
In my own small script, I follow one simple rule:
When I’m alive, I want to be in peace —
not in pieces,
not in pieces of land.
Life already gives enough paperwork for the mind;
I don’t need extra plots occupying my thoughts.
I personally feel one woman is enough trouble — and worth every bit of it —
and one piece of land is enough bills and taxes.
When We Act Like Farmers
At times, we act like farmers searching for new fields,
as if relationships were pieces of land waiting for cultivation.
But life isn’t agriculture —
no one is a plot,
no one is a farmer,
and no one is God.
We are mortals after all,
and only a thin, fragile line separates this side from the other.
Yet we chase land, which ultimately swallows us.
And it happens in a blink —
like a thief, death comes.
Territories Worth Expanding
That’s why I now believe in expanding territories —
but inside, not outside.
Expand patience.
Expand clarity.
Expand emotional space.
Not land documents.
Not extra complications.
Not unnecessary drama.
Inner expansion creates peace.
Outer expansion only creates paperwork.
Chaos Continues — but So Do We
Yes, life is chaos.
It is uncertain, bumpy, unpredictable.
But the show must go on.
And I prefer to keep my show simple:
calm over conflict,
clarity over confusion,
and inner space over outer square feet.
I just have a quiet preference for harmony
over unnecessary tension.
And I hope we all learn this simple truth:
The more we accept that there is very little we can control, the more peaceful our days out here become.
