Thursday, 14 January 2016

Tir’d With All These

There’s a sonnet by Shakespeare, well, probably Shakespeare, Number 66. In it, he waxes lyrically about how life is horrible and unfair, that the government is cruel, and that the world just flat out sucks.

It’s a super downer poem, obviously, except when it gets to the very last line, and how he’d leave the world, except that it would leave his love alone in it.

A lovely thought, but I’ve always had an issue with it, in that really, if you love someone, shouldn’t you want to end their suffering in this hellhole of a world?

I did, yesterday.

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