What is in a name?

What is in a name?

Have you ever prejudged or disliked someone because of their name? If you have an enemy or someone that has disappointed you in any way you automatically associate their name with however the past person affected you. When you hear a certain name, it can trigger a memory or thoughts of a person that has been a part of your life. It doesn’t always spark just memories; names can also have the ability to resurface emotions that have been forgotten or left behind. Yet the most important name that will hold more meaning than another is your own.

My name is Kristin. Kristin isn’t just a word people say when they are trying to hold my attention. My name holds more than my identity, it holds my integrity and self worth. No other word or adjective could be more accurate in describing me than my own name. If you are to look up my name you would find these results:

1. “Your name of Kristin has given you an idealistic nature with a desire to help others.”
    
2. “Your initiative often causes you to be the first to act when you see a need.”
    
3. “Since you are impressionable and receptive, you feel the misfortunes of others very keenly.”
    
4. “Being somewhat self-centered, you learn through your own experiences, as you rarely take advice from others.”
    
5. “Yet, you are sensitive and very easily hurt and offended.”
    
6. “You long for praise and appreciation for your efforts, but others find it difficult to understand you.”

In other websites my name also has a repeated meaning as “Follower of Christ.” Which if you were to compare that meaning to me, personally it is very accurate. Originating from the Latin language or “the dead language” the name Kristin has also become more and more popular and used throughout the world. Just from 2001-2008 there was an almost 500 person increase in the use of the name.

When I was born my mother named me after one of her closest friends, Kristy. According to my mom they were inseparable and best friends. In addition to being close with her, my mom looked up to her as a role model. Kristy was very kind hearted, sweet, and had the greatest faith than anyone that my mom met. Kristy, along with her family were full of faith and hope which overall inspired my mom to name me after Kristy. Being named after an amazing woman is such a blessing to me. I can only pray that one day I may be as great as a role model as she was to others.

            Everyone is given a name, but it is by choice of what that name holds or stands for. When others say your name are they referring to your integrity and faithfulness? Or are others referring to your laziness and irresponsibility? Only you have the option of putting more meaning and significance to the name that people say behind and in front of you. It is all your choice, now you choice what your name stands for. How will you be defined when others say your name?

Juliets Journal part 6/ final

Dear Journal,

This shall be my last entry to you. I just have awoken from my deep sleep. After I write this I shall have no breath of life in me. When I awoke from my slumber, I felt a massive pressure on my body. Romeo was lying partially on top of me with a veil of poison in his hand. He had no breath or pulse that proved there was life in him anymore.

 I have not and will not stop weeping until I have taken my life, with him. If he has gone into the afterlife then I shall join him. We shall never let life or death separate our love. I depart from this envious world to be with my soul mate. As I repeated in my vows, he and I shall be two souls together forever. I will keep to my words like my husband kept to his.

My eyes will no longer see the light of day. I will take this dagger which was placed beside me then take my life leaving my soul to find my dear Romeo. Life is not a life unless it is well lived. Love is not love unless it is shared with others. Our souls will be unbreakable till the end of time; no worries will haunt us after both our lives are taken.  

Now I realize that I didn't want to wake up. I was having a better time asleep. And that thought alone is very depressing. This is nearly a reverse nightmare, for example when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare, and I am going to go back to sleep.  Except from this slumber I will not awake. I can’t imagine a life without him, and even if I didn’t take my life I would never be the same.

With all the things I have said, I bid thee farewell. “O happy dagger..” Take lessons that I shown and apply them to your life if you find this journal. First and foremost Love will ALL your heart, because you don’t get any second chances in life. Second, takes chances and live with no regrets. And lastly, appreciate what you have while you have it, you don’t know what you have till it’s gone. Goodnight,

Farewell to all,    Juliet

Juliets Journal part 5

Dear Journal,

Friar Lawrence and I have come up with a plan to end the family feud between Romeo and I’s families. If everything goes as we have planned then Romeo and I will be able to spend our life together without fear of our parent’s disapproval. In addition to ending the feud, it will show Paris to move on.

The plan is that I may take, a potion that Friar Lawrence made with his own two hands, and it will have the ability to go into a deep slumber for a few days. In those few days, my family shall mourn my death. This will prevent my marriage to Paris, which my parents are forcing upon me. From there Friar Lawrence’s plan is to get the news to Romeo that I shall be faking my death, and although there might be news that I have passed away, I am not actually dead. Friar Lawrence will manage my “funeral”, and then tell Romeo to appear at my tomb when I awake. Afterward my love and I shall run off and when both our families' anger has decreased, then Romeo and the Friar, and I will return and our family’s hatred will be healed. 

“I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins.” Laying on my bed all memories of family and friends that I had thought I had forgotten came rushing back. My body is shaking uncontrollably, with every thought and worry if something might go wrong with this plan. Worries like if my dear love shall not get the message, or if I shall not awaken from this potion.

Before I take a taste a sip of my own death I wanted to write in these moments, especially if these moments turn out to be my final breaths. If they do turn out to be as I have said than I shall meet with Romeo, my love, in the afterlife.  We will walk hand in hand together one day whether it is in death or life. Our hands and eyes will meet again. In this moment as tears stream down my cheeks I only long for his touch. The only thoughts in my mind now are of fear.

So if anyone happens to read this private journal, which I have tried to hide from the world, I would like to say that I have a wonderful blessed life, yet now I would like to share this life with my husband. Now I will take a sip from this poison filled veil and drink. Drink for him, drink for me, drink for us.

Farewell,   Juliet

Juliets Journal part 4

Dear Journal,

I just received word that my dear cousin Tybalt has been murdered by no other man than my husband, yes we are wed now. If Romeo had not killed Tybalt, than it would have been the other way around .My love would have been the one dead. On the other hand, Tybalt was my cousin and I shall grieve his loss but I only grieve because it was by my mate that killed him.

On top of all of that bidder news, Romeo has been banished from Verona because of murdering. My maid was the one who told me of all this things which I am writing. Tears are flowing like a waterfall from my eyes, and my love is not here to wipe them away. How could everything have been better than a dream only 24 hours ago, yet be a complete mess now? How could this be part of fate’s design? None of this news that I have received is good, to be very blunt it could not be more of the opposite feelings that were felt yesterday.

 My maid was crying out “O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt! Honest gentleman! That ever I should live to see thee dead!” At first of her telling the news of my cousins’ death I mistook her words and thought that she was saying my love had perished. I asked “how could heaven be so envious?” In conclusion to everything that I heard, my heart was shattered into many pieces.

How was I to react to all this terrible news that I just heard? What should be my response toward all of this? I needed to see my beloved Romeo and discuss the situation. Maybe he could bring me answers and comfort me in my time of need. Where is love when you need it? I shall wait for word from Romeo which I pray shall be before the sun rises.

I am going to try and rest from all this.

Goodnight  Juliet

Juliets Journal part 3

Dear Journal,

My maid had left to go meet Romeo and try to discuss our wedding plans. Yet when she arrived back, she tried to avoid the subject of what my love had said to her.  She had left me at nine in the morning and had come back, around noon. I had many hours to dream of Romeo, and our future life together. I wondered if his thoughts were on me too, one can only hope. So when she came back, I was very anxious to reveal every thought and word that had he spoke.

After begging, pleading, and raising my voice for a few words, she confessed. He had told her where and when we shall be wed. The catch for me was that I must get permission, from my parents, to go to confession. At Friar Lawrence’s cell is where our wedding shall take place with no one there to witness our unending love except each other. My heart started racing thinking of it, I even got goose bumps, everything was perfect or close enough that I do not see any imperfections.

To see my love at the end of an aisle waiting to me to give my word that we will be two souls together forever. If only I could scream it to the world and let everyone know, my dreams were coming true. No matter how much I yearned to tell another soul about the wedding, I knew that that is the exact thing I could not do. Telling anyone might ruin the whole fantasy from coming to reality.

My dreams were coming true, yet now my nightmares were haunting me. What shall happen if this is to go public? What shall happen if others find out and tell mother or my father before I have the chance? I just brushed those thoughts aside though.  As I mentioned before us meeting was fate and fate doesn’t make mistakes. Love has the ability to be wronged but it is never wrong.

Everyone falls in love, I may be young but I am young and in love. My mind has forgotten the thought and existence of Paris. My only thoughts that are worth thinking are of Romeo. I shall be his bride and he shall be my husband in one moon. I am going to get some beauty sleep.

Love,    Juliet

Juliets Journal part 2

Dear Journal,

As the party came to an end, the night progressed. I was feeling lonesome in my room that I figured I would go outside on my balcony and vent to my heart’s desire, assuming of course that no one could hear these forbidden feelings.  I knew that none of these thoughts were even allowed to be in my mind yet I had thought them and had not wished to stop. So I kept on speaking in dim moonlight to no one but my own self.

Questions formed in my mind, the more time resulted in the more questions. For example, “What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man.” In addition, “What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Why must his name be the only thing keeping his eyes from meeting mine again?

All of these words exited my mouth as easily as they entered to my mind. I stared at the moon waiting for a response, knowing that I would not receive one. That’s when I was startled. Romeo appeared gazing up at me answering all of my thoughts. Could this be a trick of my mind? I could not fathom if I was in need of hearing his gentle soft spoken voice again that maybe this was a dream. Or if I was so blessed to actually have my prayers answered by the one who made me pray them.

In an instant I came back and realized that this was reality. He was actually here and we spoke. No words could be soft spoken or as sweet from any others lips. We had little time to talk yet in that little time we planned our marriage. I know that I am young but he is my love. From first glance to first kiss it was he who held my heart.

Now we have planned to get married soon. I am so happy, yet I am partly scared. I am marrying the only person who I am supposed to hate. It is fate, that has brought us together. Romeo gave me his word, and it is his word which I believe. If everything goes as planned I shall be his bride within two moons.

Sincerely,    Juliet

Juliets Journal part 1

Dear Journal,

Mother was begging me to attend Daddy’s party that he was throwing for what seemed to be the town. After a while of pleading from my mother, according to daddy I didn’t have a choice therefore I went. I had no expectations for the night, yet my parents had far too many. According to their plans I was supposed to fall in love with Paris and end up getting married in the near future. This “is an honour that I dream not of”.

What they don’t know is that half their plan came true. I fell in love, just not with Paris. It was all very dull to me even with the billions of multicolored lights and blaring music. Everything seemed like a black and white film, until when I saw him. When our eyes met the world seemed to be distant thought. I had not known of love at first sight till that moment. It was not his charming looks but the indescribable sensation I saw behind those looks.

His soft brown eyes held my heart with every second that passed.  No shame came to me that we were both just staring at each other while dancing with others. How could a stranger that I knew nothing about already have taken my heart? We got closer while dancing but still drifted apart with our partners. Paris happened to be my partner, which if I must say he was trying way too hard to have my attention.

Finally this unknown beautiful man, the guy who still held my heart in his eyes grabbed me by the hand. He pulled my through the crowd, as I only got tiny glimpses of his gorgeous facial features. Everything was perfect for the moment. Then the moment passed. After a short conversation, another stranger called his name that’s when I found out Romeo, which his name. Romeo is a MONATGUE. “How could my only love be sprung from my only hate? “

It was my maid who told me of this horrifying fact. She pulled my away, yet even after knowing this, our eyes stayed locked on each other. It was the not the thought of leaving that was painful yet the thought of not being able to see him again. Now the only thing I knew about Romeo was that I should hate him because of where he comes from yet I didn’t. This stupid feud could be the only thing keeping me from true love. Well that’s all the news I have for now. I shall write later. 

   Love,    Juliet