"Love sought is good, but giv'n unsought is better." William Shakespeare in Twelfth Night (Act III, Scene I).
I've watched Sense and Sensibility, again. Also Serendipity (my love of the Cusacks knows no bounds.) I cry every time I watch S &S. The quote above is not from either film. I came across it today. I've been writing, and of course there are loves won and lost in the pages. Well planned love, I think, leads to an ultimately unplanned mess. It seems fairytale-ish to find love looking up at you and as luck would have it, it is the love you'd hoped for. Still the machinations leading up to planned love, the gaze, the pursuit, the variety of staged accidents does love an injustice. It's fun, yes, but what does it really mean? Is it really love if you have to go out there and get it, pursue it like a lioness after a gazelle, go for the jugular? What's left after you've won your prize? How do you strike a balance after all that forward momentum? It's funny to me that love is the one thing I didn't pursue actively. We were good friends first, and for quite awhile. The love part felt very much like looking up one day and seeing it there, right in front of you. I think it's why I love these movies. They illustrate not just something that represents how we found ourselves in love, but something that I thought didn't even really exist. I like that it felt like an accident, like something divine.