To be, or not to be (smart, and maybe showing it),
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. AKA going to school: ’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.
(AKA having no homework over holydays, thy’re holidays for
a reason, you are supposed to sleep and eat ice cream)
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’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,
(people were already corrupted back then, people didn’t to
theyr job and drugs and alcohol abuse were already a thing.)
you really believe that reading hamlet and then telling us
that you have never overdrink or used drugs is a smart move?
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere’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 pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
AKA YOLO and this is my life.
Sometimes I go back to when I was an angry teenager. those times I like to take iconic pieces of culture and translate them so are perceivable in a strong and direct way from an audience less prone to consume elite culture. today I went to Shakespeare and Co. in Paris and this was the outcome.
What do you think about it ?