Last though for the day…

I will leave you with this quote from Shakespeare, MacBeth, Act 5.It’s not one of my favorite plays, but it is one of my favorite quotes.

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.

It’s such a poetic way to say that life itself is trivial, and doesn’t mean half as much as you think. I like to look at it as saying “don’t take shit too seriously. Have fun because in the end we all die.” Of course I could never say it as fluidly and interestingly as the bard…


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