A couple of weeks ago in my Shakespeare class, we were studying the play Twelfth Night , and my professor began the discussion by pointing out that in Shakespeare's plays, he idealizes a kind of love that is entirely different than the sort of love we idealize in society today, and that is the kind of love between two people who are completely, genuinely soul mates. The most interesting thing about Shakespeare's view on love, though, is that this love is something completely separate from romance or physical attractive; this deep love could even be between two friends or siblings. This was the sort of love that Shakespeare idealized, not the kind of love that sweeps you off your feet and sends your hormones into a frenzy. Ever since this conversation, I have been thinking so much about my life and about love, and I came to the conclusion that lately I have been searching for the wrong kind of love. For over a year now, I've been posting all of these blogs about wanting to f...
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