“The queen my lord is dead.”
“She should have died hereafter;
There would of been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tommorow,
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 tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Samuel Johnson paraphrases this speech brilliantly, and before I talk more about this speech, I wanted to share his rendition with you. He writes thus:
“Her death should have been deferred to some more peaceful hour; had she lived longer, there would at length been a time for the honors due to her as a queen, and that respect which I owe her for her fidelity and love.—Such is the world—such is the condition of human life, that we always think tomorrow will be happier than today, but tomorrow and tomorrow steals over us unenjoyed and unregarded, and we still linger in the same expectation to the moment appointed for our end. All these days, which have thus passed away, have sent multitudes of fools to the grave, who were engrossed by the same dream of future felicity, and, when life was departing from them, were, like me, reckoning on tomorrow.
We have to realize that although almost everyday of our life has a tomorrow, one of them won’t, and as insignificant as that may seem, it is an important point to realize, for if we are always looking to tomorrow, we will eventually be diappointed when our final day comes. We might say, “O I can do that tomorrow,” when in reality you had a thousand tomorrows to accomplish your goal, but now unfortunately, the time comes where there is no tomorrow. When someone says, “Live every day of your life as if it was your last, we might brush it off and think, yeah—yeah—yeah. But there is some wisdom in that. If there was no tomorrrow, you wouldn’t waste your time with unimportant efforts, I think not; you would do all the things you love from morning ’till night, probably so many different things, that it would make a 24 hour day feel like a week. No one knows when our last day will come. There are people who make it into their senior years and those who die young, but the extent to how much you’ve experienced life is measured by doing the things that bring you consummate joy and maintaining a perpetual philosophy of living in the moment; these are the true tests of whether a life was well lived. Do the things that will propel you to a life you’ve dreamed of, and avoid what could leave you wishing there was another tomorrow.