William Shakespeare

what is life?

What is life? 'Tis but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. It is a brief candle, a poor player that struts and frets, and then is heard no more. Life is a jest, a comedy of errors, a tale of woe and woe again. It is a comedy of errors, a tale of misadventures, a comedy of misfortunes and a tragedy of misfortunes. Life is a game of chance, a game of luck, a game of risk and reward. It is a game of chance, a game of risk and reward, a game of luck and misfortune. Life is a dream, a dream within a dream, a dream within a dream within a dream. It is a dream, a dream within a dream, a dream within a dream that never ends. Life is a journey, a journey of discovery and adventure, a journey of joy and sorrow. It is a journey of discovery and adventure, a journey of joy and sorrow, and a journey of learning and growth. Life is a gift, a precious gift that we must be thankful for each and every day. It is a gift, a precious gift that we must cherish and appreciate, and a gift that we must strive to make the most of. Life is what we make of it, a precious and beautiful thing that we must cherish and take care of.