By Omar Bihmidine
By Omar Bihmidine
Morocco World News
Sidi Ifni, Morocco, December 19, 2011
In Macbeth, Shakespeare writes, “life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” A discouraging sentiment, though much lends credence to this questioning of life’s meaning. In childhood, for example, the loss of a favorite toy can be devastating. We make a fuss and cry for hours, and complain until it is replaced. Once our childhood comes to an end, we give up toys, not because they are damaged, but because they no longer mean anything to us—that is, they signify nothing. As a child, the only game I enjoyed was marbles. I once walked fifteen miles to another town to buy marbles. Now, the game means nothing to me.
As adults, we move from toys and games to value love, marriage, wealth, fame, and pleasures of all sorts. True love, especially, compels us. In the poem, “At the Flea Market,” Kerstin Hensel writes, ‘Someone’s selling love for no money, no lie. No one stops. My lover at the next stand buys a golden ring.”
If true love exists, why do handsome men end up with beautiful women and unattractive men with unattractive women? Is true love really a matter of beauty? The existence of true love would mean doctors end up with farmers, teachers would be with greengrocers, the rich would fall in love with the poor, and the disabled with the robust.
In the poem, someone is selling love for free at the flea market. This person is honest and offering love to passersby, though no one accepts this free offer. The poem shows how what matters in the end is the method of gaining someone’s heart, buying a golden ring, for example. The poem also shows the fallacy of idolizing true love. True love, like fame and fortune, are universally held aspirations, and we often become distraught and unhappy when these are unattainable. But how different is this from the desires of our childhood?
In marriage, we discover our lovers are not who we imagined them to be, and believe that love is a trick played on us. As we age, the breakdown of our bodies and minds make us reevaluate the power of money which cannot bring back health. Our deepest desires seem to have been based in self-deception and our pursuit of these futile. Let us just breathe a deep sigh of relief now that a simple idiot has narrated our life. We are these simple idiots, anyway. We have made our life fraught with sound, noise, tumult, fury, anger, and stress for the sake of the ephemeral. It’s only late that we discover that life signifies nothing. As idiots, we can’t know this sooner, and must accept what we’ve made of our lives.
Editing by Jasmine Davey
Omar Bihmidine is a contributor to Morocco World News
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