"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."
by William Shakespeare
I ran across this title and was intrigued to find out about it. I found this poem rather glum, subdued and yet full of wisdom at the same time.
Literally it tells us that life is but transient. Life makes no impression, just like the inadequate actor who spends but a short time on stage and then disappears, making no impact. Life is short and is ticking fast; and we are but of yesterday and are ignorant: for our days upon earth are but a shadow.
The moral of the story is appreciate your life, do not procrastinate and live your life to the fullest!
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