Yesterday we marked the 394th anniversary of the death of the Bard of Avon, William Shakespeare. Ironically, my big question of the day was one of his most famous citations.
"To be or not to be ... "
A personal classic. I had to rephrase my way around situations requiring critical decisions that could define the continuation of my earthly journey so many times in recent months ... Whereas in the past, these alternatives could be solved trivially by themselves, no-brainers of or evidence, I felt faced with nagging questions too often in recent months. All that stuff about looking so ordinary for ordinary mortals. Decisions, decisions. Sometimes you have to take the option that hurts the most short-term, to ensure less pain afterwards. A kind of rational suicide, with the artificial premise that quote another mysterious character.
« The good of the many outweighs the good of the few, or the one »
Currently, I would be plunged into a coma, a matter of preserving my mind for later, once the turmoil ended. It was not that, the gimmick behind the false death of Vulcan in the first film series Star Trek?
Again life repeats itself in eternal Groundhog Day. Twenty times or more miles on my keyboard I will try to reinvent myself. For now, I feel both very frustrated and very tired. I have never really supported any form of rejection, let alone the fact that I feel compelled to give up.
Hey, maybe I'll replay my classic science fiction in the course of the weekend, my question refresh your memory. Or take a little air ...
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