To live, or not to live
that is the question
Is it more honorable to endure life’s relentless struggles
The pain, the misfortune, the chaos thrown at us
Or to fight back against this overwhelming wave of problems
And, by resisting, end it all? To die…to sleep
Nothing more. And by that sleep, we end
The heartache, the endless suffering
That life naturally brings. It’s an outcome
To be deeply desired. To die…to sleep…
To sleep, maybe to dream…there’s the catch.
Because in that sleep of death, what dreams might come
When we’ve left this mortal life behind,
That uncertainty stops us in our tracks.
It’s the fear of the unknown
That makes us endure misery for so long.
Who would willingly bear the pain of time
The humiliation of oppression, the arrogance of the powerful,
The heartbreak of unreturned love, the slow wheels of justice,
The disrespect of authority, and the rejection of good people
When we could end it all with something as simple as a knife?
Who would carry such heavy burdens,
Sweating through the misery of life,
If it weren’t for the fear of what comes after death
That undiscovered place no one has ever returned from?
It messes with our minds,
And makes us choose the troubles we know
Over the uncertainty of what lies beyond.
So, our conscience makes us hesitate,
And our natural courage gets paralyzed by overthinking.
Plans that should be bold and daring
Lose their momentum,
And we fail to act.
PIECESBYRUTH 