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
Macbeth is sad in the end of Shakespeare's tragedy.
In the beginning he has been fooled by the witches. They promised him that he should become the king of Scotland, and he then figured out how to let it be a reality.
But all in vain - in the end Lady Macbeth has killed herself.
Shakespeare himself lived another life. When he got older he moved back to Stratford upon Avon, the little town where he was born. Away from the busy London, away from fame and the pleasures of a big city. Maybe he was fed up with this.
His circle was completed and soon after he died. I hope his last years were good ones.
He had seen many famous people fall, even kings.
Even today people struggle and fall, but if you don't look for success you don't have to fall from a high altitude.
There is a guided meditation where we are told to dwell on our nature; we are going to die, we are going to get sick.
And just therefore; be kind to the people around you. That only will get you a good sleep at night.
If you only look for pleasure, power and fame, you will probably end up like a small version of Macbeth.
Try to be pleased with what you have, try to appreciate the little things.
And try to make some silly dance steps - I think Macbeth forgot about that: