Saturday, June 8, 2013

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, ...

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 is 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
(Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

This is King Macbeth's last soliloquy, after discovering that his wife and former partner in crime(!), Lady Macbeth, is dead (at least, according to William Shakespeare). The King of Scotland ponders death and the meaning of life.

One thing I absolutely love to do since childhood that makes me feel (more) alive is playing dress-up - the only reason I love Halloween by the way - as I did, well, a wee tad while delivering the above verses. I was holding a tealight candle with one outstretched palm while speaking with a fake accent, as I rarely, if at all, perform with an accent (other than this piece). I cannot normally roll my r’s unfortunately; however, a wonderfully unique trick that I discovered when learning Spanish remedied this so now I can!

Did my accent actually sound Scottish enough as I had hoped to portray? - and did I look somewhat from that era with a bedsheet (improvising on short notice) attached with an empire waist-fitting belt and a never-ending, all-in-one-piece scarf (whatever they are called). Never mind - excuse - the jeans beneath!

With bedsheet and all, I walked barefoot to the centre of the room during the talent show for the summer camp I attended last weekend, speaking those lines as silly as I may have sounded or appeared, even in dim lighting.

Nevertheless, I enjoy this piece - it is poetry is it not? - which I have memorized since Grade 9. (That was a homework assignment along with perfect punctuation, believe it or not!)

My interpretation is that tomorrow, like manana in Spanish, never comes. It's similar to the movie Groundhog Day in which Bill Murray repeatedly experiences the same day over and over, regretting things he's done or not done, words he's spoken or unspoken.

As of late however, it seems like time has just been whizzing by. And speaking of summer camp and tomorrow, just over a month from today my summer day camp begins!

My hope for me, as well as for you too of course, is that we live life with our cup at least half full if not full, rather than half empty or empty. And furthermore, I hope that we will not regret our life and the path(s) that we walk on.

What are you working towards completing or fulfilling concerning promises, deeds, words and the like that might have been left undone?


  1. A video is forthcoming - LOL - tomorrow or tomorrow re. this! ; )

  2. That (Shakespeare) road sign appeared to me the following weekend as I was walking a different route in North Vancouver! How timely! ;)