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
Concern for our youth and their futures and safety.
ReplyDeleteThe hatred and fear that is being fed every minute of every day.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
Watching the news.
ReplyDeleteLots of things - but it is often me - worrying about things I cannot change or control. And yes, the news is a big stressor.
ReplyDeleteThe world has gigantic problems but probably what stresses me the most personally is my animals health and will I be able to out live them.
ReplyDeleteToo many demands on my time this week looks ok though!
ReplyDeleteToo many little things that never used to bother me, and Lola during allergy season.
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