"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." Shakespeare
But really, sometimes the fault is in our stars as John Green might put it. And I sorta agree even though unlike John Green's writing I believe in a predetermined plan. But who's fault is it really that my Dad died?
You hear a lot about star-crossed lovers and what not and I think it would be pretty hard to be in a relationship where your stars are crosse, where it has already been decided that it will fail. And this is what John Green means I think, that really it is not our fault at all, it is the stars fault for getting crossed in the first place, we just have to live with the consequences.
How ironic is it that it was exactly a week, almost to the hour? I've been thinking a lot lately about coincidences and if coincidences really exist or if coincidences is really just a word that disguises the unbelievable magic of a miracle.
I believe that what happened the night of the twenty-fourth was nothing short of a miracle. And whether our families stars were crossed in the first place and the fault really lies with them the stars or if we really brought on this tragedy that has now become our own sadistic reality, it doesn't really matter.
And who are we doubting Shakespeare anyway?
"Grief does not change you, it reveals you" John Green
