Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same,
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer’s distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet
Human life is a mystery. Human beings are led through unknown path by God, fate and such powers that control them. It reminds us of the old saying, “Man proposes, God disposes”. We look for beauty even when we know that it is perishable. We look for perfection even when we know that it is quite impossible. The beauty of human life lies in its uncertainty and absurdity. If everything happens according to our will and wish there is no charm in our lives. Every day, new challenges are there for man to face. And when he emerges successful in overcoming them, his life becomes happier, more contented and more fulfilled.