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
Hard question. We are in constant change. How about me at a perfect weight. I'm almost there.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
I hope I never lose the ability to find humor n life
ReplyDeleteI am with Anne in the kitchen here. Without that, I would surely drown.
ReplyDeleteI hope we never lose compassion. May we always feel and offer help to those facing hard times and natural disasters.
ReplyDeleteThat my entire family and friends all remain safe at this scary time.
ReplyDeleteHope....
ReplyDeleteMy sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteLike several others, hope, humor and compassion.
ReplyDeleteI hope I never become totally hopeless.
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