to be, or not to be

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At some time in life, one has to stop being the person one has been and start being the person one wants to be. All that is required is vision, to know what to be, and courage, to be.

This post was supposed to end here, but while I decided a suitable title for it, I read about the origin of the phrase - "to be, or not to be" . It comes from William Shakespeare's Hamlet and is one of the most famous quotations in world literature. The basic interpretation is this: the choice between the life of action ("to be") and the life of silent acceptance ("not to be"). A choice each of us makes someday.

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  1. HatikvahFebruary 7, 2009 at 2:37 AM

    Isn't it amazing, that the most simple question of our lives, is the most profound (and difficult) one - "What is it that we want to be". As stated in one of your previous posts (Greatness vs Happiness), it will boil down to choice. Ah, what would life be but for that mystical word... (some day, if you find the answer to that Q, consider yourself privileged)

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  2. vivekFebruary 9, 2009 at 8:39 PM

    There is another one of his famous quotes
    "All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players"

    I thinks its from his play "As you like it"
    Sometimes i wonder how true this might be - is God sitting up there and laughing at all of us? ;-)

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