We always suffer from the To-Be-or- Not- To-Be syndrome. This syndrome is the drawing line or a great divider between life and death, so yo speak. Sometime when we have got to take some firm decision, we falter yhis way or that way and we act like a couch-potato becomig an inert soul of sorts. And indecision rules the roost in our mindset. We become dead and deadpan. Nothing can move us as thogh life has come to a screeching halt.
Yet we live and live on. This living seems to be living in a world of purgatory far from the madding crowd. Still we never get taught. To get out of this rut, we decide to take some forthwith decision which again fails us and cannot prompt or force us on an even keel. And we are back to square one. Life has already come to a full circle. But it is already too late. Our being has lost all the power to decide what to do and what not to do or for that matter whether to or not to do.
This is life awaiting for death as though death is a great leveller. But death cannot draw the dividing line so far as our catastrophe drives us to wilderness. We decide but we cannot decide. We canot decide but we have got to decide. Decision fails again, indecision takes charge.
To be or not to be?