To lead, or not to lead, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to write code
That may change the very world as we know it,
Or to seek for positions of leadership
And by managing guide them. To lead--to code,
No more; and by "to lead" to say we end
The heart-ache and the changing requirements
That Scrum is heir to: 'tis a Lean-Agile dream
Devoutly to be wish'd. To lead--to code;
To lead, perchance to dream--ay, there's the rub:
For in that leadership what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this legacy code,
Must give us pause--there's the respect
That makes the coding of so long life.
For who would bear the scrum master's bold whips,
The sales pressure, the program's fickle heart,
The pangs of quality, the changing dates,
The insolence of process, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his own tests make
With a blank keyboard? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a poor story,
But that the dread of something after code,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller 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 enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
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This is blatantly following the format of the great soliloquy given by William Shakespeare's Hamlet. All credit and respect given to Shakespeare and his work.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to write code
That may change the very world as we know it,
Or to seek for positions of leadership
And by managing guide them. To lead--to code,
No more; and by "to lead" to say we end
The heart-ache and the changing requirements
That Scrum is heir to: 'tis a Lean-Agile dream
Devoutly to be wish'd. To lead--to code;
To lead, perchance to dream--ay, there's the rub:
For in that leadership what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this legacy code,
Must give us pause--there's the respect
That makes the coding of so long life.
For who would bear the scrum master's bold whips,
The sales pressure, the program's fickle heart,
The pangs of quality, the changing dates,
The insolence of process, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his own tests make
With a blank keyboard? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a poor story,
But that the dread of something after code,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller 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 enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
----
This is blatantly following the format of the great soliloquy given by William Shakespeare's Hamlet. All credit and respect given to Shakespeare and his work.
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