Not to be ?

[CASPER]

Quoting my self :
'Tis the mantra my soul must ever bleed,
lest my hand be lent to darkest deed.

Depressing as it may seem, reading this
again & again
helps vent my ugliest gloom.


So here I share
William Shakespeare - To be, or not to be
(from Hamlet 3/1)



To be ?
Or not to be ?
That is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler
"in the mind",
To suffer the SLINGS,
AND ARROWS,
of OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE,!..,
OR,
to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them?..

To die ?
to sleep ?
No more..,
And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache
and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to..

'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd.

To die.
to sleep..

To sleep: perchance to dream ?
Ay, there's the rub..
For in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause:
There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life..
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong,
The proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love,
The law's delay,
The insolence of office
and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes:
When he himself,
might his quietus make with a bare bodkin,
who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread of something after death:

The undiscover'd country
from whose bourn no traveller returns puzzles the will
and makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry
and lose the name of action...

- Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons,
Be all my sins remember'd.

P.S. please note : Shakespeares spell'n is not my fault