>> I have stopped worrying about getting old now though just going to take every day as it comes.
... 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...
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing...
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