Friday 2 December 2011

Flustered with the emotions of Love, Bewilderment, and Despair

Dear Diary,
Recently my life has been like swimming in an endless ocean of churning emotions. Hardships have been hurled towards me at such a rate that it would be an underestimation to compare them to debris in a windstorm. The most extreme of my emotions have been Love, Bewilderment, and Despair. Those three emotions have begun to run amok through my mind and soul like crazed barbarians or tyrannical demons.
The first emotion could be either the lightest, or the heaviest one to bear. This emotion is known as love; this emotion can either destroy entire cities, or light the flames of life without any notice. Love has been both good and bad to me; it gave me Romeo, but also stripped him from me. At first this emotion brought forth a wave of happiness. These short days felt both like an eternity and a flash of time. These days were the best of my life, where despair had vanished, and everything in my mind was Romeo. I was swooning over a man I had only just met, but it didn’t matter, nothing did. Love kept me stronger than the largest oak; it gave me the ability to endure anything, anything except love itself being stripped from me. This love led to bewilderment and then further into despair, because my lover was now being forced into exile and Tybalt had been slain. Two hard blows which knocked me off of my lofty pedestal, and into a harsh reality.
            The second emotion immediately followed the first; Bewilderment came rushing into my mind like a broken dam. I was so unprepared for this emotion that I could have been mistaken for a Maniai, a spirit of insanity itself. This emotion was let loose for less than a day, but stirred so swiftly that it rattled my sanity. It was brought forth by a single event, where two men died, and an innocent man was punished for avenging his friend. My dear Romeo was sent into exile, and was driven crazy from the cruel jokes of one I held dear, Nurse. She told the story in an extremely vague manner, making it seem as if my Romeo was killed alongside my cousin. My mind was clouded, anger rushed in, I began to scream and blubber, and I went completely unreasonable. Nothing could have been worse to have heard, but luckily she eventually told the truth and my heart went slightly more calm. That was when the third emotion arose, Despair, taking a hold on me so firmly that I was worried it would never let go.
The third emotion, Despair, made me drown in my own tears. Sadness overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing about it. My love, Romeo, and I would be parted, and our love was being crushed. Romeo was being forced to leave Verona, and go to Mantua. The person I fell in love with, only days before now, was being taken from me. Both he and I were unable to handle this catastrophic event; Nurse even told me he was blubbering on the floor of Friar’s cell. This comforted me to know that my dear Romeo still loved me, yet it was difficult because I knew we would be separated for a very long time. That night Romeo visited me in my chamber, and we strengthened the bonds of our marriage. It was a light of hope in the deepest tunnel of despair. The following morning we awoke to the songs of a Lark, the bringer of day. This was the worst thing we could have heard. My lover left, and I was left with only my tears. Nurse came to console me, but it was only for a short while. Mother and Father came in with the news of my new marriage; it was such a hard blow. I refused and they got so very angry, and they struck me upon the face. They left and I was in total Despair, I had no choice but to either live on the streets or marry a man I didn’t love.

These emotions are now driving me to the verge of death. I am unable to handle them, and without my Romeo, my sturdy rock, I believe nothing can get better. I must now live a lie, a play, and a nightmare. I only wish that my knight in shining armor will eventually come to rescue me from this dragon’s keep. Romeo, my dear Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?
               Sincerely,
                                  Juliet 

4 comments:

  1. THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ROMEO. Stop whining and move on! You should be honered to marry such a handsome man like myself.

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  2. You write alot....

    But other than that I am in complete agreence with you.

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  3. I agree with Paris! He is a nice young man and you should marry him before it's to late!

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  4. Dear lady Juliet, you should not let these emotions make the best of you! Emotions raging like these lead to the making of rash decisions and in a time of such grief like now in our fair Verona, we do not need it. If you need someone to talk to I'm sure Friar Lawrence could help, he's always been helpful in times of need to those who need it.

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