Private Romeo


You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.


I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.


And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.


Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.


Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet, Act I – Scene IV.


It’s been a while since I’ve had a Friday to mull about doing nothing, It’s also been a while since I’ve read or heard Shakespearean prose. Who knew all would come together when I downloaded a copy of “Private Romeo” where I saw the timeless romance play out in a way more relatable and more real than i have ever imagined…. and what an ending!! 😀

To say the least, I loved the movie. Why wouldn’t I when they spoke only in brilliantly portrayed lines directly from the play. And the guy who played Mercutio & Juliet’s Father…. His acting was brilliant.  The movie to me was something so resilient and forbearing, now applied to real life, related in the world where the blockbuster rules and brilliant words and eloquent acting is lost on the wayside… forget the lovers, this movie is my hero.

Most people remember Romeo and Juliet for its undying romance, but for me Romeo and Juliet is a cautionary tale of love ,  and a remarkably good example on the catastrophe love can be.  I think we should count ourselves lucky that we live in a time where love between individuals is nobody else’s business, but Romeo and Juliet were of a time where it involved far more than the two of them. And when there are more than two people involved, there is hell breaking loose every time you blink for a kiss.

Don’t get me wrong, Love is a many splendored thing of course, but love is also a drug we are too mired in to see the effects it has on everything else in our world. Sometimes in love, we loosen other bonds and people but we don’t care because we’re too distracted. Sometimes in love, we also loose sight of responsibilities and things of importance for a momentary infatuation or flight of fancy. Love is truly a matter of the heart, an unbridled passion, but passion if not tempered would lead you down a fiery path.

But in the end, Love really does conquer all. Some sacrifices and losses were worth it in the end. Some shifts of responsibility and bonds all come to good. But is that really how it ends for everyone? Sometimes your own story tends to veer from the path of the fairy tale, but don’t loose courage, don’t loose hope. There might come an opportunity to write your own cautionary tale of love.

Is two better than one??

Two is Better Than One – Tyler Ward (Boys like Girls Cover)

You came into my life and I thought
“Hey, you know, this could be something”

Forgive the blast from the past, but this song has been ringing in the back of mind these past few weeks, and lo’ whilst dusting out some old drafts that lay long forgotten in 2009, i found this title with just the lyrics of the song. And i’m a firm believer that there are no such things as coincidences.. so… lets discuss..

I’ve now spent close to a decade being single; being the one when two was expected. Is two better than one was never really a question because one was definitely no problem either for me.

I can’t really complain or whine about being single as I have really enjoyed my singleness. It allowed me to grow into my own identity and lifestyle unhindered by a significant other, as I was free to be me and go to college, and live my life without the distractions of a relationship and grow into who I am not fuelled by the make-up’s and break-up’s most of my generation find integral to their personal growth around my age group.

I had some terribly caring friends who tried to set me up (who took it very personally that I was single), even going as far as surprise blind dates (bless their souls). I just couldn’t.. and in some cases, I wouldn’t (It’s not me, it’s you). I did find myself attracted to certain people, even going out on a few dates of my own arranging.. but nothing really sparked my fancy. More often than not, as good an option they were, something was just not right. That fabled spark was not really there..

 I was open to the idea of two, but it seemed better that it was one for the moment, and I don’t regret it one bit. I mean, one wasn’t terribly bad. More spending money for Christmas and all year around when you go out. I just loved being one, and then, recently…. I met someone that made me go:

Well maybe two is better than one
There’s so much time, to figure out the rest of my life
And you’ve already got me coming undone

And I’m thinking two ‘is‘ better than one