The Capulets, the Montagues and their Neverending Yet Dubious Feud

Feud. It all started with the raging quarrel between two of the well-known and powerful families in Verona during that time. Neither the Prince, nor the religious people could reconcile them. But, it is only by the death of their children they’ve realized that the low-rate and shabby war between them must be put to an end.

The conflict started way before the Montagues and Capulets could remember it. It may sound ancient and trivial to other people around Verona but for these two clans it is a matter of dignity, power, life and, death. It is said that the Prince of Verona himself tried reuniting them but no matter what, they end up fighting and slaughtering in disagreement. All efforts in making these two kins be at peace with each other is just too impossible to do.

The Prince could not manage to wage his alliance to one party because he, as the leader and ruler of Verona, ought to unify and pledge equality to each and every people under his governance. Also, he can’t deny the fact that Montagues and Capulets have grown dear to him, so dear that he could not just simply give up any of them. They sure are both good and loyal followers, comrades, confidantes and friends in his reign.

But what’s really bothering is why of all people or clans, do these two have an unwavering dislike to each other? It may sound absurd but haven’t any or all of the people heard; and read their story have been wondering what are these two powerful families are fighting for?

And so, a little research won’t really harm. Type here, search there, read that, study those. Apparently, the very reason why these two clans are battling is nowhere to be found. Meaning? No constructive or even hearsay “cause,” for the feud they are involved with. It surely is funny to think that the very author of this famous tragedy-love story of all time, may it be in the ancient [by ancient it means even before Shakespeare created this as a play, which popularized it more after he did] or present times or who knows might as well in the future, had forgotten to mention where does the conflict of these two quarreling families came from.

Yes, the love story sure is one thing, but wouldn’t it be more truthful if and only if, the followers of this well-loved story knew where these families are rooting their hatredness towards each other? Somehow, it’ll give them a more concise and understanding on why do they have to hate each other so much, so much that they are even willingly sacrifice the happiness of their own flesh and blood.

Come to think of it, is a life so dear to the family enough to sacrifice just to go up against one another? Is it worth it enough to let hate and resentment reign towards them that, they are even ready give up the one true happiness of their children?

Well, it is definitely just a mere thought coming from a curious yet cryptic mind. And just like how the idea started the answer on the question remains unsolved and unanswered.




It’s then and only then, reality kicked in to my mind. The faces, the places, the people and all the things I used to see and feel is definitely gone and not here anymore. The days and the nights of my life is way different now.

I looked to my left and to my right and everything seems just so surreal and cloudy now. Well, it is just then I realized that here’s my new real world now. It is just me with myself and the memories I’ve collected and treasured for the last several days or months or even years of my life. Never had I thought that things such as this one must’ve come to an end to the most unexpected point and time of my life.

I’m not regretful though I’m just shocked that even if I know for a fact that every single thing will come to it’s own curtain call. This seems to be the most sudden of them all. Well, what can I or you or whoever do? Life has its own way of saying that, “Okay, so that ends your turn in that moment. The next is coming and you better wait and see for it.”

Surely, things are just way too unpredictable in our life. There are people who will definitely come and go but there are some who’ll stay with you no matter what.

So basically, here’s where nostalgia pops in. Suddenly there’s an illusion of flashbacks through my memories, yes just like how the films or the dramas on the television is showing them. Everything that had happened to me to past few days, months, years and seconds of my life. Some may be too bad and are worth deleting at the back of my mind, but I definitely wont’t prefer that option besides I am me because of those, I’ll just always keep in mind what I’ve learned through those not-so-good memories or should I say lessons I’ve got. Either ways, it is after all part of me and my life and where I am now. Though of course, majority of my wayback memoirs are the chapters of my life wherein I laugh my ass off so hard, I became spontaneously happy, and deadly hell living the moment. In short, they are just unforgettable.

Oh! How reminiscing ruin my laughing-at-the-moment mood. I’m starting to feel that my eyes are becoming watery because of what I’m seeing on my mind. I guess, I should end my too much blabbering here.

Surely, the past has been long over in my life now. Better yet, I’ve got to face the reality that I have to bade my goodbye to somethings and wave my hello greeting to what the future well, let’s settle with what present will bring me in my new kind of life.




Long pause.

A string of unstable yet endless breathing.

Breathe in. Breathe out.


An elsewhere risk of fate,

and an over and over anticipation

of should haves and could bes.

Yet, no matter what

everything is in disarray.

Far away,

there’s no other entree.

In deep solitude

yet no matter what

everything seems pointless and dull.

An endpoint to a long way.

Everything’s inexplicably in an uproar.


Infatuation and all those “make believe” realities…


It is the unacknowledged attention you’ve given that makes it more difficult to accept that there’s really nothing between you and your one-sided affection/attraction to the other person.

One, you’re being to expectant that there’ll be something more, apart from this obviously bizarre love or like or love or like affair.

Two, it’s the anonymity itself that makes it even harder to recognize. You know every single detail about him/her but, do they know that someone like you is existing?

Three, it’s the stolen glances and restricted stares that makes your heart giddy and beating too fast, too fast that you can’t barely contain yourself. And that forbidden shouty sign saying, “Hey! I’ve been stalking you for a very long time now and we’ve been meeting coincidentally for long now, why can’t you see that as fate making its move to let us meet and start talking to me!”

Four, it is the make-believe “meant-to-be” encounters that makes you think that maybe, just maybe you both like each other. Whereas, the idea maybe true but not to both of you, just for you.

Five, the idea of you being struck by the thought of hopelessly being in love with the person and “that” person being in love with someone else, which is totally incomprehensible because you know that you two were “matchmade in heaven.”

Six, the so-called signs and commonality between you and “that” person whereas truth is, he/she doesn’t mind it all.

Finally, the too much “expectation” that there’s really something going between you two but then, if you think about it there’s nothing but your illusion, and that somehow that person will realize that someone like you, who is very perfect for him, is existing.

Admiration will never equate to love, like nor infatuation, not unless both sides are aware of its presence.

It sure is easy to believe that every single coincidence in your life may mean something but, what is but,

just a total leap of fate, with nothing more nor nothing less.

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“FLING. . .”


We’re together but it feels as though

we’re miles and miles apart…

I miss the company

the joy,

the moments shared,

and all those sneaky time spent together

that special momentarily companionship.


is but, a temporary swing of time

for “both of us.”

Unfortunately, it is less than what we think…

Cause the only thing we are holding on to

is just a surreal and lucrative commitment for each other…

Nothing but a FLING..


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