à la recherche de ma vie

"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 of no more;it is a tale
Told by an idiot,full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Everything in our lives, everything about
everyone, is essentially meaningless because it all eventually ends. Anything you do, anything
anyone has ever done is lost in time once they die. And so it seems
that life is just a waiting game, like a death sentence. "Out, out, brief candle!",This might lead one to
believe that if his life amounts to nothing, if all he think he is
doing is waiting to die, then why wait at all?

*-qu’est-ce que tu fais à la fac,yana?
-ben,j’ai bien joué aux cartes!

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