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 used to love that quote…
But I never thought about it…Really thought about. Hamlet, Act V, Scene V. Maybe it means my life is a shadow and nothing that happens really matters because eventually I’ll be gone. Or maybe I’m the poor player just squeezing every last second of happiness out of my hour.
My tale is told by the intricate. The intricate mind of those who defy the stereotypes…The conventional American Dream, the slave mentality.
But I don’t know what it signifies. Maybe it does signify nothing and I don’t want to know because the beauty of this life is that we don’t know. I don’t know what is going to happen when I log off this computer. I don’t know what’s going to happen when I get back to the dorm or when I leave Stony Brook tomorrow…
But it’s okay, because you know what my motto is? Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
People have this fascination with YOLO these days. “You Only Live Once” made famous by Aubrey Graham. But that’s the farthest from the truth and the truth is You Only Die Once. And you only die one death so don’t die a million deaths in your mind worrying about it. My plan is to laugh at all the funny stuff that happens on the way to the grave.
The reason why I have no problem talking about this is because I am certain. The only thing I’m certain about is that absolutely nothing is for certain.
See you tomorrow.