To Be, or Not To Be: that really is the question
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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? ...
Colloquially speaking, it means Get Real! It asks if it’s better to be a stoic martyr, or to die trying!?! Shakespeare goes on:
... 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: ...
Yes, you can wimp out. You can curl up and sleep your life away, but your dreams will follow you. The option, of course, is to just lie down and die.
... 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,
[Reading classical literature reawakens all the vocabulary that was drilled into us as young students. contumely:humiliating insult. bodkin: dagger. fardel: a bundle or burden]
Life is full of insults and humiliations; physically, mentally, spiritually, familially, financially, academically. You fight it, you live with it.
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.
As much as we’d like to escape this burdensome life, we will not commit suicide because we know that there is no return. If you’re going to curl up in bed and try to sleep your troubles away, at the very least you should be looking good!
Secondhand clothing diminishes several environmental and human rights issues that are associated with haute couture.
I found this night gown (deserving of two words) at a Goodwill in Colorado Springs, CO. The hem was ripped so the price was lowered from $6.98 to $3.49 ~ OMG! The hand work is exquisite. Please look at the hand rolled hem; a work of perfection.
This bed jacket is a hand-me-down from one of the many wizened old crones who raised me. It is most likely from the 1920’s.
Wild By Nature, Inc. www.wildbynature.org