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To be or not to be, That is the real question.

Hamlet, Well, more importantly, shakespeare.
I'm not a big olden aged reading kind of girl, especially if I can understand it. But I know that the phrase"To be or not to be" means ALOT in how we define ourselves. It's drawn out plain and straightforward, you can either travel one road and create your person or take the other and become someone they would have never expected.


The choice is yours, Sounds like the plot to the SAW films, doesn't it? Die or hurt yourself badly and live. That is not what I'm saying. You don't have to kill to "be" anything. Unless you choose the path of murdering those who did you wrong ( I am not condoning that )

In America you could be whoever you want, we have that choice, follow your heart and what you want to do. To me, Shakespeare was trying to say don't let society choose who you are. Meaning your parents or your teachers and peers have told you. strive and do what you want to be, Be a Doctor, singer, service man or all of the above. You really shouldn't limit yourself. Keep it interesting.

I can recall a lot of times that I have been told that I would not amount to a lot because of a mental disability that I have, ( I will not say because it does not affect me in anyway) I was told to start with something small, to limit my dreams. I have not and I will not. I strive for the moon. I know my limitations physically, but that does not affect my achievements and my dreams. Neither should it affect you.


"To be or not to be" The choice that you should make on your own time and in your way.
Live and be lived!
That probably did not make sense but who cares!

Thanks
Maddie

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