Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The anxiety of striving for perfection,
Or to ease the mind of our self-consciousness
And, by laughing at one's mistakes, embrace them. To relax-
We end the discomfort that consumes our lives
In the face of ambivalence. To relax-
Perchance to have fun and take risks
For in that relief of the mind what fun may come,
When we inhale and exhale,
We do not interfere with the course of destiny,
Taking time to enjoy life.
Why clutter our thoughts with the burden of anxiety?
Why waste precious thoughts on what may never happen?
But in the dread of failure, in comparison to others,
That we do not live up to our expectations,
We analyze every minute decision
Weighing the consequences of the past, present, and future
And we become prisoners of a list of "What if's?"
Thus uncertainty does make us cowards
And makes us bear tremendous stress.
Despite temporary relief from diversion,
We struggle with subconscious worries.
Leah, this is beautiful. Not only does it embody Shakespeare's use of comparisons and contradictions, but the piece as a whole is thought provoking. I hope to laugh and enjoy a life without "what ifs," but let us see how long that lasts.
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