so i watched the first half of boz's romeo+juliet the other day (i've never seen the second; for shame. it's not like i don't know what happens though...)

it's a beautiful half of a film, really, it is. a beautiful story. but it made me think in a way i hadn't before, and maybe not in the way it was intended. but who's to say that?

it made me wonder at how everyone feels so sorry for romeo and juliet. it's a tragedy. i comprehend that. two passionate kids find love in one another and know such unadulterated joy, only to have it yanked from their grasp by the icy flames of hate and stupidity. it makes me sad for them and for the world.

but i kind of think that romeo and juliet were the lucky ones. yes, they were lucky for finding such passionate love (i can only hope for that, someday), but i think they were lucky for losing it so fast. both of them died before they learned that she wants kids and he doesn't, that he stays out too late and can't understand why she leaves for her sister's every other weekend, that commitment's bittersweet and people change. they died happy, even if the scene is the very definition of tragedy.

that seems a little self-decieving to me, but maybe i'm jumping to unhappy conclusions. maybe if they lived, it really would have been one of the greatest love stories ever told.

but the facts are, they didn't, so i guess we'll never know.

just thinking.