什么叫生不如死

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient me*t of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
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 o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterp*ses of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
————哈姆雷特
生活，在一个行尸走肉横行的世界已经没有了意义。每天醉生梦死，每天纸迷金醉。每天忙忙碌碌，起早贪黑，也只是为了维持生存。要生存的体面，要有车有房有权有钱。一直生活在自我阶段。其实，自我跟野兽的欲望没有区别，那我们就没有脱离动物的习性。而且在某些方面甚至比动物更要凶残，所以我叫人类为野兽。
生活，并不只是活着。理想，实践，实现理想，这才是一个人生活的意义。如果没有理想，那人就是一只蛆虫。
有了理想，为了理想，这才有了本我。
你小时侯的理想是什么？科学家？发明家？宇宙航行？还是其他？我们小时侯都有自己的理想，要成为怎样的人，去做什么。长大了，我们的理想实现了吗？没有！甚至我们已经没有了理想，不敢去理想，就把理想称为幻想。
为什么我们没有实现理想还自以为乐呢？我们的理想去哪了？没人知道，没有答案。我们的生活就是出生，上学，工作，结婚，死亡。
死亡，是个永恒的哲学命题。我们为什么不是出生之后便是死亡，而要经过那么多的经历？这些经历是实现理想的必经之路吗？在这些经历完成时我们得到了什么，还是给社会带来了什么，理想是否实现？我们来不及思考已经死亡。