Venting To be, or not to be...

[Kaput]

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....

Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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?

Big Willy, courtesy of the Poetry Foundation.
I first read this in 7th grade, I think. If only I would have known how literally these words would become applicable to my life - an existence full of empty ambition and deep regret. Sigh. I have everything - just need to move forward.

 

[Soul]

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....

Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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?

Big Willy, courtesy of the Poetry Foundation.
I first read this in 7th grade, I think. If only I would have known how literally these words would become applicable to my life - an existence full of empty ambition and deep regret. Sigh. I have everything - just need to move forward.

There's no rush, right? If you have everything you need, you can wait until you feel ready. That's a good position to be in.

 

[Aliaiactaest]

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

 

[Kaput]

There's no rush, right? If you have everything you need, you can wait until you feel ready. That's a good position to be in.

Kind of pressed for time, unfortunately. Didnt want to get into details.
This whole thing just feels like 1 big Kafka story.

 

[Alucard]

It's Death that comforts us, alas! and makes us live;
It is the goal of life; it is the only hope
Which, like an elixir, makes us inebriate
And gives us the courage to march until evening;

Through the storm and the snow and the hoar-frost
It is the vibrant light on our black horizon;
It is the famous inn inscribed upon the book,
Where one can eat, and sleep, and take his rest;

It's an Angel who holds in his magnetic hands
Sleep and the gift of ecstatic dreams
And who makes the beds for the poor, naked people;

It's the glory of the gods, the mystic granary,
It is the poor man's purse, his ancient fatherland,
It is the portal opening on unknown Skies!

Baudelaire

 

[Yasuke]

Yeah I rather not to be. Life is so boring

 

[insanedoomer]

they are equal , it's all gonna fade

 

[PressEnterToExit]

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....

Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
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?

Big Willy, courtesy of the Poetry Foundation.
I first read this in 7th grade, I think. If only I would have known how literally these words would become applicable to my life - an existence full of empty ambition and deep regret. Sigh. I have everything - just need to move forward.

I wish to read more things like that over here...

 

[Alucard]

"I thought of this crowd of suicides: more than eight thousand five hundred in one year. And it seemed to me that they had combined to send to the world a prayer, to utter a cry of appeal, to demand something that should come into effect later when we understood things better. It seemed to me that all these victims, their throats cut, poisoned, hung, asphyxiated, or drowned, all came together, a frightful horde, like citizens to the polls, to say to society: "Grant us, at least, a gentle death! Help us to die, you who will not help us to live! See, we are numerous, we have the right to speak in these days of freedom, of philosophic independence and of popular suffrage. Give to those who renounce life the charity of a death that will not be repugnant nor terrible.""

Maupassant

 

[PressEnterToExit]

I love that you all have such good taste thought I was alone