Random thoughts….

It’s funny how the brain works. One thought leads to another thought, then another, and another….and suddenly you remember something from years ago and you’re not quite sure how you got there. Well, my thought today turned to high school and the English teacher that made everyone memorize a rather large soliloquy from Shakespeare’s “Hamlet”, which had to be recited in front of the class if you happened to be late. I never was……but a portion of this is still embedded in my brain. Fear drove it in there (I’d rather have eaten live spiders rather than stand in front of the class in an attempt to do this! Although the thought of eating live spiders is right up there on the horrifying list) πŸ˜›

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare


β€œTo 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 heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh 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 man’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 does 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 Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!”

― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Me, I’d rather….. Bumble Bee

About The Inspired Nester

Travel gives me inspiration, yet home needs to be a sanctuary. Live in what you love β™₯
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