At first “Everyman” seemed to be a play about morality in the sense of “thou shalt not…” By the end I realised it was more about what we should be doing with our life rather than what we must not do. For me, the greatest sin according to this play is a wasted life.
Everyman believed he was living his life to the fullest, but sadly he was only pursuing material and egotistical pleasure. The remedy to this is not necessarily a life of altruistic devotion to others or self recrimination. The true glory of life is in the moment. The precious instances when you catch a glimpse of how magnificent it is to be here, alive on this planet. You cannot buy those moments and it makes no difference if others know about you having them. We all exist one moment at a time and the tragedy is that we spend most of our lives worrying about the future or regretting the past.
Whenever I recall my own experiences with severe depression I am reminded of just how fragile and wonderful life can be. How to describe depression? Words like misery, angst, pain and torture come to mind. Although I never actually attempted suicide it was a constant dread. Every morning I would wake and wonder if I could handle this for one more day. Was this the day I gave up?
I still fall prey to sombre moods, anger and anxiety now and then, but for me, everyday without depression is a great day and I cherish every moment away from its clutches. “Everyman” reminded me that every moment we are gifted with life on this Earth is to be appreciated. You don’t have to run amok and frantically try to magnify your experience. The ability to enjoy each moment is a skill well worth pursuing. I’m nowhere near there yet, but I’m trying.