Soliloquy

To be, or not to be--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 heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. 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.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised 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,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered 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 enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.

Should i continue to exist or not

would i think more highly of myself if i just suffer

all the trials of bad luck

or if i go against the tide(meaning life)

and just end my life

it would stop all the heart ache

and all the bad surprises life brings

the difference between sleeping and dying is dreams

when you die you don't dream

that's what makes life so long

so why suffer if you can die and ease the pain

some people would rather deal with life than the uncertainty of where they will go after 

when we retire from life we will be worthless

why worry about the burdens in life

when there is uncertainty about the after life

the after life is an unknown place from which 

travelers never return

maybe it is better to keep living rather than dying

and going to some unknown place

the thought of the great endeavors slur the "native hue of resolution"

it makes you sick just trying to imagine it

at some point the troubles of life will go away though

so Ophelia please remember me in your prayers