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 and remain a boy, 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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That the transsexual is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 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, The oppressor's wrong, the proud woman's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the 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 undiscover'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? Thus conscience can make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Woman! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
Sorry William but I could not resist just a tiny
little play on your words with the single greatest
soliloquy ever written by the Master of masters of
the written word,
I can imagine myself saying this as people told me
you cannot be a girl because you are a boy and that
is just the way it is. Can I stay this road being
hurt the way society scorns me? Should I live or
should I die? Ending your life is a way out.
It is a one way ticket with no assurance of happiness in its
finality because if we truly had assurances that
death brought happiness everyone would kill themselves
but staying the course may bring that happiness or the possibility.
Our will is tested but we must not
give in. We must fight on
The family members who don't understand that playing on
our conscience because they are hurt are cowards and we
are cowards if we let them stop us. Find your resolve and
march on and be the girl you should have been born.
I am open to any suggestions for changes to make it better.
I do so love Shakespeare!!!