To die, to sleep… No more, and by a sleep to say we end, The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b