In a recent blog entry called The Seasons of Love, I wrote about taking initiative. This was about taking initiative when it comes to saying goodbye. In my heart, I refuse to say goodbye.
In the past, when a beloved one, whether family member or friend, is no longer present, either through life or death, thoughts of him or her reap sorrow.
How attached I am. How I must learn to wrest away my attachment to illusion.
God says it is all illusion anyway. All of it. Well, not the love.
Now I come to Shakespeare. Shakespeare, I must tell you that you are mistaken: Parting is not such sweet sorrow.
And the question is not: To be or not to be.
The question is: To keep the love and forgo the sorrow. That is the question.