There was this article I was reading.
Two people had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
The article was in Dutch, a language I speak.
My immediate and first thought was the story of Romeo and Juliet.
I thought again, and reconsidered.
The story of Romeo and Juliet, a love story.
A forbidden love, leading to death.
They were not allowed to be together due to family history.
However, love conquered that system, as the story goes.
To me the story is about the way they found each other.
Them wanting to be together was holding ground of their love.
Not the forbidinnes, nor the secret.
Family standards or history.
Tragic as it ended, they couldn’t live apart from each other.
What made them decide to die.
Separate, to be together forever.
Their death was perhaps not specifically connected to the love between them.
I think this died with their decision.
I wonder, ‘is it really?’
‘If they made the choice to live, rather than to love, would they have been able to tell that story themselves?’
What I mean to say, love should not always be connected to living a life together.
A burden nobody should be handling, not even Life or Death, or that other person specifically.
Perhaps this is why both Romeo and Juliet died, in the end.
I believe when we decide to live, whatever that means, there is enough love to live for.
I think new love will flow by itself.
We grow, evolve, create and never forget.
Which for me is the journey of life, perhaps even of love.
Perhaps Love and Life are the same?
I guess fair to ask.
I believe it is about the choice which leads to either one of them.
They are equal.
A healthy standard, according to me.
As for me, I would choose Life, to be together in life.
We don’t know what comes after death, even when we think it is heaven.
I wonder what the question really is.
‘Does love really die, if one of the two dies?’
‘Or does love continue to live?’