Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
As an adopted person with adopted children, I've learnt that really we are a product of our birth parents. I used to believe that nurture trumped nature. Now I don't.
I am 76 and not "me" yet.
ReplyDeleteBecause I think...
ReplyDeleteGood answer Ashok.
DeleteGenes - environment - knowledge - friends - hurts - joys all have affected who I am.
ReplyDeleteThrough all of my life I have tried to the architech on who I am. From the good to the bad and back again. I'm still building.
ReplyDeleteTriumphs, mistakes, joys and sorrows have carved me.
ReplyDeleteIt is the only thing I do better than anyone else.
ReplyDeleteBecause of my childhood, I'd say.
ReplyDeleteI have no clear idea why, I suspect a lot of past happenings contributed.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I tried I just couldn't be anyone else.
ReplyDeleteAshok is right--- Descarte said it: Cogito, ergo sum.
ReplyDeleteDeep question! Stumped
ReplyDeleteAs an adopted person with adopted children, I've learnt that really we are a product of our birth parents. I used to believe that nurture trumped nature. Now I don't.
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