Thursday, September 1, 2011

Life's Brief Candle

Life's Brief Candle by William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow and, to-morrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all of 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.

I've been blogging about death lately mainly because over these two years, quite a few has happened to people i know. Each time I hear of someone's passing I cant help but think that life is really like a candle - so fragile, so vulnerable.

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