| Everyone is born of sperm and egg. The sperm from a male, and the egg from a female. This new being, male or female, is incapable of choosing its parental units. If anyone could determine who their parents were, it would be too evident. Everyone would want the smart, good looking, prosperous parents. To some having all this and more is everything. They want the utopian lifestyle. However, the poet ,Omar Khayyam, that wrote “The Rubaiyat” finds life as brief, something that is a useless attempt. The average life is 70 years. With in that time it is pretty hard to make something out of some one and then be able to enjoy it. In society people do get what they want the family, the house, and the money. However, by the time they get it they are old and tired and ready to retire. Yes, some might have a better life then others. Yet for everyone it all ends and what does it end to death. Death brings everyone to the same place in a hole six- feet under or cremated.
Our country is so young compared to places like Egypt or Iraq. The United States is only a few hundred years old. Nothing here is very old or authentic. In other countries there is history. The poet is in a battered inn thinking and looks at the doors. These doors are those that have been successful night and day, he would think. As Sultan after Sultan has come and gone, yet theses doors have stood time. Sultans will come and they will have a “destined hour” and it will be over. His authority is great, and he probably had some influence. An influence that will only last for some time, until some one new comes along with better ideas.
Every one has a moment either good or bad; it is only a moment though. It gives a sample to what things could be like all the time. No one lives an all good life or an all bad life. There are times between the good and of bad. Which make life, have the bumps and hills. Once you lived your life and reached the end, “caravan has reached the nothing it set out from,” it is realized this journey of life has amounted to nothing. Yes, it has its ups and downs but once they are over what is left nothing.
Death comes to every living thing. It is something that is hard for people, but it will come. ”The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on: nor all your piety nor wit,” A writer will come along, and being a writer they will write. A time will come that they will be gone. They will have made their mark, and maybe they were loved even hated. Either way, that will not change what they have done, “shall lure it back to cancel a half a line.” The end may lead to crying or joy. However, just because emotion is showed does not make anything to happen or for them to change. What has been done is done , it is then the only thing to do is to move on with life. |
