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?
I know Hamlet’s soliloquy is about suicide, but sometimes it seems to me that first line, “To be, or not to be, that is the question” needs answering even if you choose life. There’s life and then there’s living. The good news is every moment contains this very choice, if you miss one moment there will be another right on its heels. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t choose wisely, but it is the ultimate comfort when you haven’t.