Indecisiveness

plagiarized from Shakespeare's Hamlet (to be or not to be soliloquay!)

To travel or not to travel? That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of diminishing fortune,
Or to take aims against a country's troubles,
And by helping to end them? To travel, to wait;
No more; and by helping to end
The heart-ache and the thousand world's pains
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To travel, to save;
To travel, perchance for adventure, ay, there's the rub:
For in that travel, experience and enrichment may come
When we have shuffled off this rich continent,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of poverty,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of hunger, the law's ineffectiveness,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a flight? Who would burdens bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the mind
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 over 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.

Ay - to travel or not to travel?
The budget will tell - 'tis tax season afterall.