Juliet is incomprehensible when she sees Romeo’s body on the floor. He dies. He flees the tomb and leave Juliet behind. Juliet finds the poison vial in Romeo’s hand, and chides him for not leaving enough poison for her. When she kisses his lips to see if there is any remaining poison left on them. Hearing more sounds of the watchmen, Juliet comes to her own triumphant, tragic and fateful end. Faithful till death, she picks up Romeo’s dagger, stabs herself in the chest, and inevitably joins her love in marriage-death. Yes, Romeo and Juliet were death. They were death arms in arms. What’s a wonderful scenario here? They were death because of the poison, yet they died worthily.

I (Blake, Tennyson, Henley, Browning, and Hardy) exactly know the reasons led to the death of the sweet couples, which are the conflict between two families, the social different status, and life-punishment. However, this girl, an innocent girl, she is apparently just die of the poison, a heroin overdose. Her look was very sad and pity. She should be happy and fresh under sun instead of dying in this manner. Who has killed her? What caused her death? How could this happen to the girl? Oh God, please tell me why.

“Are God and Nature then at strife” to make this scenario to happen to this little girl? I doubt there is the presentation of “God within the soul”. I doubt everyone is “being loved” equally. Devils usually live long, but good human beings. I don’t think you care of our fates, God. “Careless of the shingle life”- you are not there when we need you. I have been struggling to find the answer for myself “who controls my faith”. I have been searching and fumbling, but all left me with the unclear answers. I thought God created us and would save us. I put my destiny into God because I thought God would love me and give me all happiness. However, I was wrong. God is not all around to save me but put more challenge and pressure on me. He created Nature to stop my dream and destroy my hope. God has “spirit”, but Nature isn’t. Nature is not care of the species. I cry for my fate. I cry for the careless of both God and Nature. I know I am not that lucky “seed” that is chosen out of fifty to grow. Therefore, I am careless of all. Let my felling is “Lord of all”. “I care for nothing, and all shall go.” Life is “frail” and incomplete. Thus, let’s face with it. Sooner or later, we must face with the circle of life: Birth, oldness, illness, and death. No more “a child” in “doubt” and “fear”. Be “the strong hands” to “reach through nature”. Read the rest of this entry »

When we were born, we already know what love is. It’s the most precious natural instinct that human beings have. We love our parents at first when we are little. We love our relatives because they closed to us. Why is love so strong? It is because love is emotion and feeling. Love gives us the highest level of perception about life. Love makes human beings different from other living beings. Animals also have love. Everything has love. However, human love is deep and passionate. It is most important part of our lives. How can we live without our parents when we were young? Our parents’ love gives us a blue sky for the new life in which we feel everything is so beautiful at the beginning. Then, we grow up. We will have another haft of our lives when we get married. Guys and girls come together to share their love or another saying here is they share their lives. I somehow experience that love simply means life. If there is no love, then there will be no life, and vice versa. I think you would agree with me about it. No doubt, human beings put love above of all. Love is a basic thing for other things and we do everything because of love. Why do I have to go thousand miles back to Vietnam? It is because I miss my mom, I love her. Why do I have to go to school and work hard? It is because I want to have a good life, which is fulfill for my love-my future wife. Love is romantic. Love is always a positive aspect in my mind. I consider myself as a romantic person like Ferguson and I believe that love is easy to come as Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s poem. Ferguson and Mabel also come together quickly. Moreover, when we have love, we should enjoy it and don’t let it go…..2004