O Me! O Life!

Shakespeare said:

All the world's a stage;
And all the men and women merely players

 Walt Whitman said:

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;  
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;  
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)  
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;  
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;  
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?  
  
                                               Answer

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

What a difference in perspective. Need I say more?

PS: Dead Poet's Society Rocks!