To be, or not to be, that most definitely is the question that most writers face,

Whether it is nobler to suffer the dutiful task of expectation or to take arms against the set standards of others,

And by opposing them, to die, to sleep no more,

And to sleep perhaps to concede, there’s the difficulty,

For in that sleep, what dreams may come,

When we have chosen to die we must stop and ponder,

If it is a concession that makes for a lifetime of lament.

So, I’m totally paraphrasing my man Hamlet over here, but whenever I read Hamlet’s soliloquy, I can’t help but to wonder Continue reading →