Fair and Foul; Foul and Fair.

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair."

My, my, what a very complicated quote by the three witches in Shakespeare's Macbeth. This quote is the central theme of the darkest story of all of William Shakespeare's plays. 
After having perused this for quite some time, I discovered that this is really easy to comprehend. This quote, at first glance, may look confusing, or rather will look confusing. Very understandable. And to make it simple, this quote of the three witches is simply that it pertains to the mismatch between reality and appearance. 

Such thing can also be said of an actor's job: he is to make himself seem like who he isn't, but who he's supposed to be for a particular play. He is not what he seems like, he is what he is, and it cannot be based on what he wants the people think of him, because it is just a facade of what he needs to be (otherwise he would be penniless). Minding not the seemingly fail humor, the meaning I very much want to express should be well expressed right now.

Now if we look back at the play, we would now see why the witches said the line about their prophecy about Macbeth. Fair is foul. What seems to be fair around other people is foul to them, because they "know", and vice versa. The play shows that the witches know the truth, and what others see is just the tip of the iceberg, much like when Macbeth won the battle against the Irish and the rebels.

So I guess I've said it all.
Fair day, I have won. Foul day, for the rain.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

A Midsummer Night's Dream: Where's The Hype?

Hey readers, I'm back yet again, with another voice (or tone I guess? XD) to discover (with my own powers) what exactly is the climax of Will Shakespeare's romantic comedy play, A Midsummer Night's Dream.

A Midsummer Night's Dream isn't exactly the type of romantic play which will induce tears after reading it, but rather the play which will make you say that after all the ruckus, love still makes things alright. Let's all choose to believe that, even though we all know (or at least us readers) magic was involved in the characters' happy ending. Now that the play has been described, let's move on to finding out the climax of this play.

Climax is said to be defined as the point in a story which is the most intense or exciting. Now let's see. Hmm. Intense.
If we look back in the story, there's a part where magic does most of its wonders on our characters, and it's when Robin Goodfellow (let's call him Puck for now) was ordered to put love juice on certain people. But misfortune, oh misfortune. Puck put the love juice on the wrong guy, causing trouble for our group (Helena, Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia). Things are getting out of hand with them, and to add to the fuss, Nick Bottom's head was turned into that of a donkey, and Titania, with the love juice's effect, fell in love with him! Oh my, isn't that part exciting? More and more exciting events have happened consequently. And isn't that what we're looking for? Yes, and now the answer has been found.

Perspective: Fly Away

The easiest way to forgive is to forget.

Normally, people will stop and remember something when they hear that. Well, most people, I guess. The sentence in itself brings a wave of flushing memories to those who has been done wrong or hurt; the hardships overcome, the pain that has gone. 

I couldn't put my feelings in this matter with my usual way, so I'll write my perspective as a prose.

It's cold. 
Like everything at the moment.
Everything has stopped. The fall of the bitterly cold snow. The whistling of the wind. The rustling of the leaves.
The racing of my heart.
It just stopped.
Everything stopped, when I heard
"I don't love you anymore. Please, let me go."
and the most painful, "Don't ever hope anymore."
The world I've come to know has suddenly become mysterious to me. I am a stranger now, passive.
I was a leaf, helplessly moved by the rushing rivers of time.
I began to question if happy endings did exist.
I began to wonder if ever the skies were to turn blue again, if the birds will still sing our song, and if the mountains will continue to move for us.
But they never did.
Time passed, days just flowed through me unrelentingly.
And when the last of my once-burning hope faded away, I saw the light.
The light out of the cave.
I followed, reluctantly at first.
But then I carried on. I was like an extremely thirsty man rushing for water. Then, I returned to life.
I met someone else.
And when I met her, I've come to forget all the pains of the past. The sharp pangs of guilt when I've done something wrong. The sadness I feel whenever I feel insufficient.
I accepted what has happened to me as a lesson.
When I couldn't accept, I flew away from woe and to the light.
I painted her wings and set her free, as I did with myself.
And in that, I learned.
Forgetting never actually meant not remembering, but leaving and finding another flame for your candle.
The pains of the past will never mean anything to the bliss of the present, if you would just fly.

Live and let live. Live and let go. Everything in the world will just revolve around accepting. Remember for always.

Be Intelligent, Be Fit?

As I sat in a wooden chair in a certain room, I was given a task that shall utilize my not-so-great writing skills:

to compare and contrast an athletically-inclined person and an academically-inclined person, and choose between them if ever the chance to change comes.

Wow, I think my other skills (thinking and the likes) won't work as effectively as before with this kind of task, especially with the choice-making.

Okay, let's cut to the chase.

To start the comparison, we have a definite for both persons, that being their inclination is to only one aspect. The athletically-inclined person, as implied by the adjective, is basically a brawny person. Physically fit. The academically-inclined person, on the other hand, is a brainy person. 

The brawny person is most likely a very physically active person, which is a useful trait to have in situations requiring physical strength. They are also most likely to have a strong immune system, great amount of stamina, and would probably live longer than a brainy person. However, the brawny person may have drawbacks when it comes to mental ability. The brainy person, conversely, comes back with mostly mental abilities. They are most likely to have a great memory, critical thinking ability, and great logic. Likewise, they may have drawbacks but this time it's in terms of physical ability.

Now, who would I choose? Let's remember now that each person is only inclined to a certain aspect, not entirely locked to one. I'd choose to be the brawny person if ever the time comes, because I'll first have to consider my survival as an individual. The learning can come later. Now, why not be a brainy person and be like "becoming healthy can come later"? Firstly, it's because my number one priority is survival. It's anyone's priority. To look at another point of view, brawny people can learn as anyone can learn, but brainy people can rarely be of the same physique as a brawny person. 

It's quite vexing to think of, but it's my final opinion. I say final because I did lots of thinking here because both is almost in the same rank with one another. I just chose being brawny because I choose life first. Another reason is brainy people are usually serious because they can think of life very thoroughly, and people with serious outlooks on life usually are very sad people. I choose not to become sad again if ever I repeat my life and choose between these two types of persons. 

Brawny or brainy?

My judgment has been brought down. What's yours?