Well when I found this out, I wanted to share this to you and wanted to know if you would feel the same way. I have been having my English Literature lessons and learned this, which you are about to read; it's all about Life and people who are just characters of a play.
How the days stretched out – each one the same as the one before, and they would continue to do so, tediously, until the end of history. And every day we have lived has been the last day of some other fool’s life, each day a dot of candle-light showing him the way to his death- bed. Blow the short candle out: life was no more than a walking shadow – a poor actor – who goes through all the emotions in one hour on the stage and then bows out. It was a story told by an idiot, full of noise and passion, but meaningless.
A meaning I found out from a famous quote whom Shakespeare mentioned in both As You like it and Macbeth. It has a sorrow sound to it but some times if you stop to think, is that not what we do everyday? Whether we are showing our real identities or not, or even smart and intelligent or not, is that what we probably are?
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