Time: fickle friend or bitter enemy?
There's a line from Shakespeare's Macbeth I sadly always enjoy quoting. It doesn't exactly help much either that the play has been lying on my nightstand for the past week, reminding me of the prose hidden inside:
"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty place from day to day."
Oh, the pitter patter of time. To vaguely and loosely translate Shakespeare's elegant verbiage into a marriage of two modern cliches: life is short while time flies.
For the non-Shakespearean buffs unlike myself (although I encourage you to familiarize yourself with his works as much as possible), allow me to provide a bit of background on this line without giving any underlying themes or details from the play away. This line derives from a famous soliloquy found in the tragedy Macbeth. Essentially, it is an introduction to a philosophical reflection on life and death that Macbeth contemplates on. With the realization that nobody can defeat or escape death comes the understanding that days sneak past until that fatal day arrives.
Life is, after all, a "brief candle." Shakespeare's analogy, not mine.
I look back and astounded at how much has happened and how quickly it's all passed since last July. Though so many things have changed, including myself, so many things have still remained the same.
