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! A tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing! Life is but a riddle, a puzzle, a conundrum, a mystery, a game of chance and luck of the draw. It is a winding road of highs and lows, of laughter and tears, of joy and sorrow, of love and hate. Life is a journey, a voyage of discovery, a quest for knowledge, a quest for understanding, a quest for truth. Life is a roller coaster ride, a roller coaster of emotions, a roller coaster of ups and downs, of twists and turns. Life is a river, a river of change, a river of life, a river of hope, a river of dreams. Life is a gift, a precious gift, a gift to be cherished, a gift to be nurtured, a gift to be enjoyed. Life is an adventure, a thrilling adventure, an adventure of the unknown, an adventure of the unexpected, an adventure of the unexplored. Life is a blessing, a blessing to be thankful for, a blessing to be appreciated, a blessing to be celebrated. So, what is life? 'Tis but a fleeting moment, a brief flicker in the vastness of eternity, a glimpse of the infinite, a glimpse of the divine.