Plinky.com asked me a really convoluted prompt that made me feel Shakespearean – better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, yay or nay.
And I immediately felt like I needed to change into doublet and hose just to be able to answer.
[What the Forsooth!]
I didst think, with momentous alarm! Wouldst thou ask such a question of mere mortals who suffer this mortal coil? Couldst there be but a single response which would render sufficient remedy to such doubtful prompting?
Yay! I say. Yay, Yay and thrice Yay!
All right. Enough with the mock tudor lingo. A life lived without the connection of love cannot ever compare to one lived with even one instance of love. Period. Full stop.
Yes. It is far, far, far better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
And, just for the record, it ain't Shakespeare, it's Tennyson:
From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.