To Be, Or Not To Be.

     To live, or to die? That is the question. Is it more noble to let my mind suffer from the misfortunes being thrown at me? Or to take action and do something about them, to make them stop. Death compared with sleep. If i don't sleep anymore and just die, all my pain and suffering will end. This might be a good option for me, to end all my pain. But to sleep there is a chance of dreaming, there is the catch. For when your dead you don't dream. When you die respect is given for those whose life has been lost. All the hardships in life that make life seem so long. Who can handle the whips and scorns of time. The wrongs made by oppressors, the proud mans humiliation, the laws delay. The arrogant officials, the scorn that those who are unworthy that take credit for their patient praise. When he who is quiet makes way with an unsheathed dagger? Who would these burdens bare, under a tiresome life. But the horrible thing about after death is the unknown area where once you go, you never come back. This area makes us live with the problems we have rather than to give us others we haven't had before. Being alive make us all cowards and the complexion of one resolved action of those with a pale thought and enterprise with great moment and insides of flowers. Because of consideration things go wrong and lose all plans of action.