Romeo and Juliet
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Well, we all know the story so well. The love. The warring families. The pact. The irony. The tragedy!
Our lives don’t have that much drama(at least I hope not…Billy Shakespeare would’ve been thoroughly intrigued then, by your story–and THAT would be sad.)
Yet every time we love, and that love is lost, we feel the pain…It’s a mini funeral for songs we dedicated, feelings we felt, trinkets we gave…and the nostalgia–the bittersweet killer–because it won’t go away…and stays on for so long….
Becoming a nun, or living a frigid, loveless life? Worthless. Living in the moment without thinking of consequences? Silly.
So we have our own personal tragedies, not as tragic as Romeo and Juliet, but that was the most well known tragedy penned by one of the most well known writers in history (excluding Moses)….
But our pain is our pain….as small as it is…it is huge to us…
Dear readers, I am not yet done with Verona, and the Montagues and Capulets….
Please bear with me as I wrap my mind around another angle…