Quote by Sean O'Casey

All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.


All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unreh

Summary

This quote, often attributed to poet Sean O'Casey, suggests that life is metaphorically like a theatrical production. It implies that the majority of individuals navigate through their lives without adequate preparation or guidance, highlighting the lack of readiness and the spontaneous nature of human existence. Just as actors may stumble upon unfamiliar scenes or lines on stage, people often find themselves facing unexpected challenges and obstacles for which they feel unprepared. The quote invites reflection on the notion that life's unpredictability is akin to an ongoing, unscripted performance where individuals must adapt and learn on the go.

By Sean O'Casey
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