To be or not to be. That is a question.
A question to live... or not to live. For me it inst necessarily death, but to live as I am. Apathetic and unseeing, never changing, never exploring, never asking and never knowing.
These people around me look but they don't see the real me. Trying "to be." They live and walk and breath, but they don't live how I want to live. Its more like swimming down a narrow stream than in the deep, vast ocean.
I need that ocean. I'm tired of this stream. Maybe its stupid to say, but I want "to be."