To Talk or not to talk?

That is the question
Whether it is easier to message
the thoughts and dreams of ones mind,
or to shout them from the rooftops
and let the whole world know? To keep quiet,
to dwell on things past, present and future,
to hide away from one's feelings, to deny
that they exist? I think not.

I shall stop there, before Bill Shakespeare turns in his grave!

I have had this fascination with this soliliquy of Hamlet's, going back to the days when I disliked myself so much that I was prepared to terminate myself with extreme prejudice. It was invariably the original that brought me back from the brink and it is that same one that helps me now.

It is ironic that at school I studied Macbeth, with it's murderous overtones and yet it is Hamlet that has given me inspiration

"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"

I am going to live life, not this perpetual suicide of inertia.
I have made some massive changes already, I don't want to have have lived a life and at the end of it, having to ask, "What if?"

Hamlet wasn't originally going to be my topic for today. It was, as usual, one of my random thoughts on which I got carried away. The title actually came from a treat I bought myself as a result of the savings I have made by not smoking. Admittedly, it is not new, but my "new" mobile phone is a boys toy



The X3 is an all singing all dancing, MP3 playing, photo taking out and out toy!

I used to say that a mobile (or cellphone, which ever you want to call it!) was for making and receiving phone calls, but it is so much more than that. I have to admit to still being bemused when I watch teenagers text at 100 wpm, and marvel at their ability to have a million different ringtones, though I draw the line at crazy frog, which drives me to despair!

I do use SMS far more than I talk, just as I use MSN far more than than I use an ordinary landline. It may have to do with the fact I am deaf in my right ear, and also be due to the fact that I have a tendency to engage my mouth before putting my brain to gear, and physically seeing it on a screen sort of puts it into perspective.

My old brick, a Nokia 3310 is about to be found a home with some charity shop, I have no need for junk, I have plenty of it as it is