life's brief candle

to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more; it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.

william shakespeare

i never happen to understand how macbeth feels when i was reading this for secondary's literature. why did he see life that way, what happened to lady macbeth that caused her the soundness of mind, what was actually going on in his mind as he uttered such words......

even by now, after completing the all five acts of the play, the quests were not answered, yet more are formed. why the three wicked witches targeted macbeth at the first place? why did macbeth, once a respectful noble man of duncan, took the prophecies so highly? why hadn't banquo who disagreed the witches prophecies done anything except keeping it aside? was there anything else macduff could had done instead of leaving his wife and child in scotland as he fled to england?

it was a tale about the man who turned from his noble self to greed, to crime, to give in to sin. willingly or not, as he first did so to prove his love and manhood to his wife, but slowly taken control of the whole crime that he shed no tears in the end when his wife was dead. if it was love that had it started, where gone all the lovey dovey when it comes to the end then?

brain-fried. 

it seems as though it was a tale of his life, yet it is a reflection of everyone else's. and as he last said,

"it is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"

signifying nothing. period.