Romeo and Juliet: Love is Blind

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This is by far one of the most well-known lessons Taken from Romeo and Juliet. The city of Verona is torn by a feud between two influential households, "both equal in dignity", yet against all odds, a couple of teenagers from each family find each other and fall in love at first glance. First, blindly for them to be enemies, they are understandably shocked and disappointed after learning each other's names, but still trying to be together despite hatred that threatens to keep them apart.

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Romeo's and Juliet's decision to put aside their differences in favour of romance truly demonstrates the famous idiom "love is blind," and this has become a common theme in many adaptations. A well-known example is the musical West Side Story, where a Polish-American boy and a Pukri-Japanese girl fall in love with a background of racial intolerance and street gang warfare. If there is a lesson common to all versions of this story, it is that love is and always will be universal.

Being in a social position, race or something else, where fear and hatred create barriers, love will continue to tear them down.

Love is stronger than hate Romeo and Juliet might not have gotten their happy ending, but the love that compelled them to voluntarily die for each other still performed a miracle: it ended the generations-old feud between the Capulets and Montagues. This may seem like a consolation prize; however, it is still not a trifling matter; After all, not even the Prince of Verona could achieve peace between these families! One of the key themes of Romeo and Juliet is passion, which manifests equally in love and in violence.

Both are strong and contradictory forces throughout history, but in the end, it is love that conquers hatred. To prove this point, compare the deaths of Romeo and Juliet with those of Mercutio and Tybalt. The latter couple engaged in a heated duel, and both end up suffering violent deaths caused by anger and hatred; As a result, tensions between the Capulets and the Montagues escalate and the disputes only get worse.

In contrast, Romeo and Juliet, both the only child and last descendant of their respective families, willingly take their own life in a final desperate act to escape the violent cycle that keeps them apart and be united for eternity. First then do Montague and Capulet realize their mistakes and make changes because while they could easily blame Mercutio and Tybalt's for their enemies, they have no one to blame for Romeo and Julia's death, but themselves. Never make long term decisions based on short term occurrences. Why do people make a rash decision? A rash decision is a choice made impulsively, meaning acting without considering the results and the consequences that follows with in advance. The consequences of a rash decision are rarely good and beneficial in the long run. They are regrettable, especially hard to undo and even painful, nevertheless, people are always making these types of decisions. Problems occur and they immediately act on it based on their current emotions.

In the play Romeo and Juliet, a lot of rash decisions were made. Examples would be, Romeo and Juliet getting married. They have barely known each other, for about two days and yet they are more than ready to get married. People could say it was love at first sight but honestly, is that even possible? can you really call it love if you have not even known each other for more than 48 hours? Another impulsive decision in the play was, Romeo killing Tybalt. Sure, it is understandable that Romeo was furious at Tybalt considering he had killed his best friend Mercutio. But killing Tybalt was not the answer. His actions even surprised himself. He had never intended to do so, and if he had spent more time considering what to do, the results could have been more positive.

Last and maybe the worst rash and impetuous decision made in Romeo and Juliet might have been Romeo and Juliet committing suicide because of each other. Seemingly, Romeo and Juliet's love were like nothing before. It was extremely powerful, and nothing could pull them apart. But that does still not justify the fact that they had only known each other for four days. If you think about it, maybe they killed themselves for other reasons. Not only the fact that their relationship was a problem with everyone but themselves, but their lives were basically miserable. Their parents do not really care about them, Romeo was banished from Verona, there is far too much to fighting, Tybalt, his best friend, is dead and they just wanted to escape all that. However, no matter how hard life is, death is never the answer. Again, if they had just spent a little more time thinking trough the situation and the options they had, the story could have had a happier ending.

My story: Love is Blind

Jeremy Gold's was no ordinary 25 year old man. Apart from being stunningly handsome with smooth flawless tanned skin, silky black hair and pumping red lips, he was also an agent working for M.I.5.

One sunny afternoon after a full English lunch at the Old Inn Jeremy came home from shooting down a helicopter containing terrorists and bombs. His home was just as un-ordinary as he was. From the outside it looked pretty normal but as soon as you opened the door you could smell the aromatherapy candles and pleasant but different smells of various countries . His house was exceptionally large, seeing as he had been the only person occupying it for the last several years. There was one room in his house which was kept hidden away and locked with many code and key locks, even a bolt! This was the attic. It contained confidential M.I.5 secret information.

He opened the front door and casually but cautiously strolled into the large square sitting room. He slumped down on the cream electric leather sofa signed and shouted "Gertrude are you here". No one answered.

Gertrude was his girlfriend. In more ways than one she was like him. She was young, a role model to others and her beauty out shone the sun, with her long pale blond hair and baby blue eyes. On the other hand she was far different from Jeremy. Gertrude was an old peoples' nurse who worked at a local residential home . Gertrude and Jeremy had been going out for 6 months now and she had moved in with him and had been living together for a month. Jeremy hadn't been that truthful with Gertrude well he hadn't been truthful at all. He had told her that he was an architect which explained for the large sums of money and going away to countries all the time.

He made his way down one of the hallways leading to the kitchen. On the table was a plain white tatted envelope not addressed or stamped. As Jeremy slowly cut open the flap, a small piece of paper fell to the floor. It had written in swerved joined handwriting ...

Jeremy fell to the floor and perhaps for the first time burst into tears. As the hands drew closer to 3:05 and a single tear cascaded down his face the phone rang letting out a cheerping tone. Jeremy got up and answered the phone "hello", a deep voice replied immediately "you've got half an hour" and then hung up.

Jeremy threw the phone at the wall and screamed. Initially he didn't know what to do. His mane priority was getting Gertrude back in one piece. However the book was far too important to hand it over to these guys.

You see the book was no ordinary book. Not many people knew what was held on the pages. There were myths but that was it myths. Some say story's and secrets of the past missions and encounters. Others say the pages are empty apart from the middle page which had one sentence written which said "read beyond the lines". All anyone knew was that if it got into the wrong hands disaster could be unleashed. However some people just wanted it for the money. It was worth millions. The cover itself was made from pure gold with silver swirls in the corners and a bronze shaped key hole. To others it was more of a sentimental value. Of course there's not many people who know about the book, well who would apart from the governments secret services.

2:45, an hour had whizzed by and Jeremy had been staring at the same place and not moved an inch tearing his brains out for ways of rescuing Gertrude but keeping the book where it belonged, in his attic safe and sound. 2:55. "It's no use", thought Jeremy. "There's no resolving it without something horrendous happening. There's no alternative I'm going to have to do as they say, give them the book for the safe return of Gertrude". He slowly rose from the kitchen floor and progressed along the hallway to the stairs. He took one look up at the grand curled stairway and signed sorrowfully, because he knew exactly where he was going and why, but didn't want to and would do anything to change the situation.

As he made his way up the stairs, he slowly got closer and closer to the attic door. Dust and dead insects covered the old worn out wooden door making it unclear what it was. As he got closer to the final lock his heart began to ache as it pounded against him, causing his chest to fill lifeless. The door swung open and for once there was silence nothing seemed to move.

Jeremy squeezed past trunks and old computers. He pushed aside a large luggage bag that let out a sharp screech which echoed through the gloomy room. As he strolled through the attic he felt a rush of cold air brush against him causing his hair on the back of his neck to stand up. Jeremy wondered round the room. Every step he took made the floorboards shreak like a dolphin. He finally came to small chest suppressed with murkey green ivy.Jeremy gently raised the timber lid to reveal the book of hidden secrets. He carefully picked it up and nervously looked around incase anyone could see through the misty petite window. He took a deep breath of air, exhaled and placed the book into his blazor against his chest. He dashed down the stairs, grabed his coat and car keys and headed of to Angfield where the kidnappers were waiting.

Time gradually went by. As Jeremy waited silently in the chilly bleak car park his mobile rang," Yes" answered Jeremy,

" you have the book?" questioned the kidnappers,

"Yes coarse", replied Jeremy sharply,

"good, go to level F there you will see Gertrude".

Jeremy shot up the stairs, level D, level E, level... F... yes. He swung open the door. The car park was deserted apart from a red Volkswagen. "Gertrude" he yelled. His eyes full with despair and anxiety. He spun around, a gun was pointed at Gertrude's head. There was a sharp pause. "Hand over the book and you can have your lover back" remarked the kidnappers.

"Please don't bring Gertrude into this", begged Jeremy sliding the book along the cold gloomy concrete. The kidnapers grabbed the book, and slowly let release of Gertrude. Before anyone could do or say anything BANG, the bullet had been released and entered Gertrude's head, Dug Dong, she fell to the floor. "Noooooo" shrieked Jeremy. He ran towards Gertrude's body. Boom...Boom, several gunshots followed, the kidnapers had all been shot in the head and they laid unwanted on the ruff ground.

Jeremy turned around instantly, standing just 15yards behind him was his co-workers from M.I.5. Jeremy shot up from crouching by Gertrude's corpse and with out a second thought charged at one of his colleague's and friend who was holding a gun. Thankfully Jeremy wasn't in the right mind and he was able to be wrestled down to the floor. His co-workers told him to calm down and listen very carefully because what they were about to say was about Gertrude and who she was or should they say, who she wasn't.

John, Jeremy's best friend and colleague in M.I.5, explained carefully and thorough what Gertrude had forgotten to mention.

"Jeremy... Gertrude was no old peoples nurse who worked at a local residential home, unfortunately she was an undercover agent working for Russian government. We've known you were dating her all the time, we had to see what she was planning. I'm afraid to say she put cameras in all your rooms in your house and even in your briefcase!!! As we no now, she was looking for the book. We recorded the conversation she had with her so called 'captors' which were actually her bosses and colleagues.

We came as soon as we could to retrieve the book and accomplish a mass-execution. Her actual name was Ana Pataly meaning she will rise again. Do you understand now why we had to murder her and the rest of the agents working for her". There was stillness. No movement or sound, everyone's eyes faced at Jeremy each eye said a different thing, pity, shame, embarrassment, gullible sod!

He took one last look at Gertrude and left. "Where are you going asked" John.

"Home" replied Jeremy silently.

He got in to his car and drove of home. He entered his house and went up the stairs towards the attic, he opened the attic door and with out query he struck a match and hurled it at a box full of M.I.5 documents. As he watched it go up in flames all he felt was anger and regret.

"I loved you he shouted out loud. I was going to purpose to you. How could you do this to me", his throat throbbing as each word escaped. He staggered out the room, fell against the wall and broke down into tears. As he rocked back and forward, closing his eyes, praying that when he opened them, it would've all been a dream, none of it was real. But each time he released his eyes he could see the blaze of fire getting closer and closer.

Now he was finding it hard to breath. But he didn't want to move, he liked it where he was. The temperature started to rise, Jeremy started to cough. "I don't want to die" he whispered shaking his head. He got up and made his way to the bedroom, shut the door and began piling his belongings into a suitcase. He sat on his bed and slid open his bedside table draw. Carefully he picked up a large brown envelope. Enclosed was ï¿½600,000! He pushed it into his trouser pocket heaved the suitcase over his shoulder and began to run down the stairs out of the door. He climbed into his car, took one last look at his house and everything that it stood for go up in flames. And blissfully drove of into the sunset not knowing where he might be the next day, next month or next year.