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,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them.
This is the opening phrase of a soliloquy in the “Nunnery Scene” of Shakespeare’s play Hamlet. In the speech, the despondent Prince Hamlet contemplates death and suicide while waiting for Ophelia, the love of his life.
To be or not to be – was a question of death and suicide. As I see people in their late 60’s or early 70’s, I draw a parallel to this quote from Shakespeare who wrote his in 1600. Now the question is not suicide or death, but to live or die.
There are only two paths or perspectives people see life in, as they get to their 70’s – Live to Die or Die to Live. And this perspective defines the quality of life they lead, the relationships they have, their every waking moment.
I have seen people who are predicting or constantly tapping at an astrologer’s door trying to find out when they would die. From their standpoint its preparation for the end. Maybe at their age, then need to know. I don’t know if I will want to know. Anyways, so they are told a date or month and year of the end. Then what? The group of people who ‘live to die’ magnify each miniscule physical ailment as a door to death. They don’t particularly do anything significant during the day. They are just killing time, waiting almost impatiently. They wake up each morning, eat three meals a day, take their medicines, sleep, talk to a few people over the course of the day and go to bed at night. They are happy watching the sloppy serials on television and carrying the thoughts and feelings of those serial artists to bed. They choke their life to death.
The other category of people ‘Die to live’. They know, like the first category, that they have spent a major portion of their life. But they are fearless about the end. They accept the fact that there is an end, however, they are not looking forward to that. They are also eager to know when the end will come, but they live each day. They too wake up, eat their meals, take their medicines on time. The difference is, this group of people, travel, in whatever financial and physical means they can, meet people, read, enjoy their grandchildren, be a part of their life and growing up. They are excited about new things. They want to learn, explore the possibilities in each day.
It all about perspective; and which perspective one takes depends largely on the journey a person has had till that stage in life and the situations that he or she is in. However, the core of it should lie in a person’s inner belief.
All this rolls back to how one is created. The growth from a cell to human form. The pain of delivering a baby. Learning everything, yes, “everything”. Going through human emotions, building and nurturing relationships. Making babies. Shaping them into individuals. Hell! There is a lot one goes through from that tiny cell. Life is precious. We don’t become what we become on our own. Its a whole big network of people who shape our lives, play a part in building us cell by cell. Its a magnanimous process, as vast and widespread as the internet itself. So then why waste the precious moments we are blessed with. When we think of it this way, it gives a broader and deeper meaning to life, itself!