to be and not to be,
that is the answer.
It is the thing that cannot be denied, because you tried in every possible way to deny it and it just stayed real.
To trust that. To doubt it too, always.
To feel that trusting it is a choice, and all you ever have is choice.
Like love, like emotion, the freedom to choose is a thing that only gets more real the more you deny having it.
To be it all, and some of it, and none of it, is to know that you already are.
To choose, the act of choosing, can never be taken from you. When you are nothing and everything, nothing can destroy you, because any way it touches you just turns you more into what you already are.
You become invictus when you give up the delusion that you were ever anything else.