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
Because of father, mother, sister, brother, grandparents, friends....etc.
ReplyDeleteI am loyal responsible impressionable naive and not without fault
ReplyDeleteMy parents had a lot to do with that, but the shaping of my life has so many family members and friends that have made me what I am.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
It is perhaps the only thing that no one can do better than I can.
ReplyDeleteBecause no one else can be me.
ReplyDeleteI've asked myself that question many times....
ReplyDeleteGod just decided he needed a good laugh...not really ,but it's all up to Him.
ReplyDeletehugs
Donna
Because I don't know how to be anyone else!
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