What will you do for love?

There’s an opening line in a William Blake poem, ‘A Little Girl Lost’, that goes something like:

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

It’s one of my favorite lines of literature. It reminds me of the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet, a tragic love story of two teenagers from two sparring households. It suggests that in earlier times, love was something to be suppressed, that love was suicide.

Yet, we don’t live in those times anymore. But I think there are still people in this world who adhere to the notion that love shouldn’t exist for the reason that love is inherently not just. You don’t really get to pick who you love. Love is an inconvenience, and it’s probably not great for business.

So the question becomes: what will you do for love if you find it?