Coffee With MacBeth

We’re all fools

Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

For no discernible reason, I woke this morning with Macbeth’s soliloquy looping in my mind. It quickly brought on a smile. The poor Scot, worn out from a regicidal spree of toil and trouble, was feeling a wee bit cynical when he spat his lines. I, on the other hand, find them comforting; the speech liberates me from cynicism, lights me up with empowering humility.