There was this article I was reading.
It was about two people who had decided to step out of life, together.
A forced death by themselves, because they had decided they couldn’t live without the other.
The article was in Dutch.
A language that I speak.
My immediate and first thought was that of Romeo and Juliet.
But then I thought again, and reconsidered.
Although that story of Romeo and Juliet is one that is known.
A forbidden love, leading to death.
Not that the love between them was forbidden, but that they were not allowed due to family history and standards to be together.
However, love conquered that system. As love is not defeatable.
There is no system in the beginning.
Only of what the mind believes and thinks.
It is the way they found their love.
Not so much a road or journey, but just this epiphany.
That they wanted to be together, was holding the ground of their love.
No matter what.
Not the forbidinnes nor the secret. Family standards nor history.
Just Peace and Love.
Although tragic as it ended, they couldn’t live apart from each other.
It was this that made them decide to die.
To be together forever.
However their death was perhaps not specifically connected to the love between them.
I think this died with their decision.
The love between them.
I wonder. Is it really?
I am thinking.
Perhaps if they made the choice to live, rather than to love, they would have been able to tell that story themselves.
But I understand that the story is almost ancient already.
Just as a matter of speech.
What I mean to say, that Love should not always be connected to living a life together with one person.
That is a burden that 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.
But if we decide to live, whatever that means, there is enough love for everyone.
This is what I truly believe.
I think new love will then flow by itself.
We grow, evolve, create and never forget.
As that is the journey of life.
Perhaps even of love.
Perhaps Love and Life is the same.
I don’t know.
I believe it is about the choice that leads to either one of them.
They are equal.
Not separate, alone nor together.
That is a healthy standard.
As for me, I would choose Life. To be together in life.
Even if the other person dies.
Because, very simply, we don’t know what comes after death.
Even if we think it is heaven.
I would rather live it in the present.
My mind goes spinning, I wonder what the question really is.
Does love really die, if one of the two doesn’t live?
Or does love continue to live?
And is it for us to catch that love, so we can progress further in life?