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
Myself right now, as I am not too happy with me.
ReplyDeleteThe Almighty.
ReplyDeleteLike messymimi, the good Lord since we keep getting closer to the big meeting.
ReplyDeleteAlso the Almighty for the above reason
ReplyDeleteI am with Tabor. I would like to learn to please (or accept) myself.
ReplyDeleteMy mother and father who are passed away. Too late now!
ReplyDeleteMyself. Anyone else's pleasure is secondhand.
ReplyDeletemyself. you can't look after anyone else if you can't look after yourself. this has proved to be true in my experience.
ReplyDeleteI am going with myself -- my best self. I don't always hit the mark, but that is being human.
ReplyDeleteMy two furry rascals aka Remy and Shama...and, selfishly, me!
ReplyDeleteGod. As only he can judge me.
ReplyDeleteGranny Annie, who would you like to please the most?
ReplyDeleteMy answer was in the title line..."My Children". What is your answer?
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