From Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5: In Your Own Words, Please

by compound complex 24 Replies latest jw friends

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  AllTimeJeff

  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.

  Life happens day to day

  And we are too busy to look forward and appreciate today.

  But we look back on our past as if it were a child that needed to be held

  At times, we over dramatize our life, and take ourselves too seriously

  Only to find that in the end, while we were important, we weren't THAT important.

  Though we protest mightily

  Our lives are one of many billions that have come and gone, circulating in the great mass of time and space.
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  caliber

  In a word disillusionment over his wife' s death. He also said that death was like an 'illusion' and that the passing of everyday brought a man closer and closer to his impending death. He says that death is like an actor who worries about his time on stage and then ultimately is never heard from ever again, in other words, all achievements, fulfilled dreams and conquered hopes in one's life pose no barrier to the coming of death. He also says that death is like a story told by an idiot full of energy and emotional disturbance, but devoid of any true meaning.

  Spoken in hopelessness ,despair and disillusionment about any true value in individual lives( not a good place to be or go !!!)

  A better train of thought is this

  Your hopes, dreams and aspirations are legitimate. They are trying to take you airborne, above the clouds, above the storms, if you only let them.

  -- William James.

  There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something better tomorrow.
  -- Orison Marden.
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  compound complex

  Thanks, everyone, for contributing to this thread.

  Just can't get enough of the Bard from S-U-A.

  CoCo
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  DJK

  "" 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. ""

  A depressed individual who, never found pleasure in life, see's death as his greatest reward.
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  cattails

  'when the hurly burly's done,

  when the battles lost and won'

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