to be? or not to be? that is my question?

Answer 1

do you mean: doobee or no doobee
what was the question?

Answer 2

Well, the Prince of Demark asked the same question in a play written by William Shakespeare 405 years ago. And he took the answer with him to his early grave.
Rene Descartes gave a modified answer when he said: "Cogito ergo sum" (I think, therefore I am). Personally I go with that. But each of us has to find the answer for himself or herself. That is a part of growing up and finding oneself.

Answer 3

yes 2b or not 2b is a pencil but it might be a softer lead
and with that I retort:

you can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be lead
and

any bird can make a nest, it is just not everybody that can lay an egg

but then 2b or not 3b it could be a wasp or hornet

Answer 4

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. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn(e)
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.-Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia, - Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Answer 5

hey that's 2 Q's

Answer 6

Been answered 300 years ago man, check out print.google.com if unsure....

Answer 7

out in the open desperate for a wee, So to pee or not to pee that is my question

Answer 8

suicide is not the answer. you can't resolve anything that way. alive you can solve things and fulfil your purpose, which is what hamlet did

Answer 9

to bother?or not to bother?,oh whats the point

Answer 10

2B or not 2B that is the pencil..