I thought about posting today because I’m all hyped up about my appointment tomorrow. This week has all sorts of stuff going on but I seem incapable of thinking of any of them besides 3:30 on Thursday. So all I could think to write here was “tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow”, and that made me remember this excerpt from Macbeth that we had to memorize my junior year of high school
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.
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.
Really this doesn’t apply to my life at all, except the first two lines really resonate with me. “Creeps in this petty pace from day to day” indeed.
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