to be or not be. indeed the question.

"to be or not to be. that is the question."

countless times i've heard it, a few times read it myself. shakespeare, to the simple minded, such as i, more often that not makes no sense at all, unless i exert a bit more effort to actually decipher what he wants to say. and so, ever since high school, hamlet's famous lines have also been reduced to a mere statement in a weird soliloquoy to me.

tonight though, after a good solid cry on dee's ever present shoulder, i realized that to be or not to be is indeed the question.

and so my plans of world domination by way of becoming the next big thing looks to be dimmer and so far away that it once was.

and until i answer it, to be or not to be remains the question i would do just about anything to get out of my head.

no wonder hamlet went all weird.