It's Not Me, It's You

This writing sits over my desk:

Love is not love,

which alters when in alteration finds,

or bends with the remover to remove.

Oh no,

it is an ever fixed mark

which looks on tempest 

and not shaken.

William Shakespeare

This poem is about choice...about willingness to continuously dedicate part of your life to loving another. Sometimes loving that other is not so easy. 

That is why reading this, I understand that love, like joy is something totally based on will; your will matched with another's to make it work.

I love imagining Shakespeare, with his big beard, middle aged, with wife and kids running around...writing this in his mind. His motive? To remind himself that everything is going to be alright.