Question

Adapt shakespeare’s silioquy in modern language

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

Answer 1

To be or not to be? That is the question.

Should I continue to live, or should I end my life?

Is it nobler to suffer

The slings and arrows of misfortune,

Or to fight against the sea of troubles

And end them by taking my own life?

To die is to sleep.

To no longer feel pain or sorrow.

And in that sleep, to end

All of the heartache and suffering that is a part of life.

It is a desirable outcome.

To die would be a relief.

To sleep.

To dream.

But there is the rub.

What dreams will I have in death?

When I have cast off this mortal coil.

This mortal body.

That is the question that gives us pause.

That is the fear that makes life so difficult.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time?

The pain and humiliation that life brings.

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely?

The injustice of the powerful, the insults of the arrogant.

Who would bear these things

If they could simply end their life?

But that is the rub.

We do not know what dreams await us in death.

And so we continue to live,

In fear of the unknown.

In hope of a better tomorrow.