we talked like old guys
men who had died long time
before they were dead
At some point in my life it seems like my conversation and my thoughts turned from tomorrow to yesterday.
Makes sense I guess.
Fewer tomorrows.
More and more yesterdays.
When will stop thinking of tomorrow completely?
When does the enthusiasm for tomorrow disappear?
Dead before you die.
Big Bill wrote’s Macbeth put it this way.
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.
— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)
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