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 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 taleTold by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Poem by William Shakespeare
The first line has been playing in my mind for quite sometime.
I supposed the title of the poem is Life's Brief Candle.
Do the best while you are still on earth as you could, until one day when you are called to leave the earth, leaving a good legacy behind is what you really can do.
Life and death is truly unpredictable.
Have you ever wonder what legacy will you be leaving on earth after you departed?
