I remember the first time I saw the famous Shakespearean play, Hamlet. It was incredible– the intricate set, the music, the drama. Well, I had absolutely no idea what any of the actors were actually saying, but judging from the looks on all the other apparently smarter audience member’s faces, it was really profound. I’m guessing the play was in Greek, but honestly, I guess that about a lot of things so I don’t really know.
I did, however, recognize one line in the play, which makes me officially more cultured than about three other people on earth.
“To be or not to be? That is the question.”
Upon hearing that, I immediately did a solo, ill-timed standing ovation. Now, if you’ve never been to a show with me, a solo ill-timed standing ovation is when you’re the only person who is standing and clapping (sometimes doing “the wave”), and you’re doing it at the most awkwardly possible time. I personally thought it was hilarious, but, like most times when I think I’m hilarious, my wife is regretting things.
After leaving the theater what felt like nine hours later, I had two profound questions burning in my mind:
1. Does it not make sense to call an omelet with ham in it a hamlet? Why aren’t we doing that?
2. What does “to be or not to be” really mean?
Firstly, I have no sensible answer for question number one. But, as for me and my house, ham omelets are officially hamlets. Secondly, after much contemplation (and googling), I figured out question number two.
“To be or not to be?” means “To live or die – which is better?”
Have you ever asked yourself this question? I have. If you haven’t, it may mean you haven’t stopped to think deeply enough about this world. A person whose life’s palette is colored predominantly by shades of bliss might do well to consider the old saying about that particular color’s relationship to ignorance.
However, as common as it may be for some of us enlightened and tortured souls to ask ourselves this question, it is officially what I call ‘The Query Of The Wussbag.’
Wussbags wish for death.
Warriors fight for life.
Imagine a Navy Seal on a secret mission with orders to protect and defend the American people, whimpering like a baby and trying to figure out whether to give up just because a few measly bullets are whizzing by his head. Never! Warriors throw themselves into the heat of the battle with full intent to destroy the enemy, save the world, and win. They don’t complain or cry about it. And if they die during battle, then so be it. They’re warriors.
I have a much better question for us all to ask:
“To fight or not to fight?”
That is the question.
Similar to that Navy Seal, God has sent you to this earth – the ultimate battlefield – with orders to protect and defend your fellow soldiers, and defeat the enemy. How are you doing with that? Have you saved a life lately? Or are you mainly concerned with saving your own?
Part of becoming truly wealthy involves developing a warrior’s mentality. Your mission will be over soon. It could be tomorrow, for all you know. You’ll either get a medal of honor and a hero’s banquet or a dishonorable discharge and a coward’s just desserts.
Are you going to fight or not?