Love is in vain if luck isn’t thereGiacomo Puccini
What can I say, I have a love for Puccini.
Hey, he knew how to pair operas with whatever disaster was going on in the world.
After all, he made Tuberculosis famous.
Although his last work Turandot, which he left unfinished before his death is a curious one.
It’s about a princess named Turandot. Her father says only the most noble blood who can answer 3 riddles will get to marry her.
Ouf, in modern day times, I guess you can liken that to swiping on bumble.
If you get the riddle wrong, your head gets chopped off … ouch.
Eventually…. There’s a guy who steps up to the challenge after many heads have rolled. Her beauty has captured his heart. He’s smitten. Eh and what’s life anyway without true love?
What is born of night and dies of dawn?
What’s flares warm like a flame yet there is no flame?
The ice that gives you fire, what can it be?
Not necessarily a happy victory for the princess.
You see… she doesn’t know who this un named prince is? Kinda like my last blog post about the hero not knowing he’s the hero?
The princess begs her father not to allow the marriage since she’ doesn’t even know who this guy is???
The prince gives her a riddle in return:
If before morning you can discover, the name I bear, I shall forfeit my life.
Well … no one sleeps until the princess Turandot can figure out what this dudes name is. I mean she even went as far as to torture his friends… though they never gave it up.
The prince reproaches Turandot for her cruelty. Her wanting of revenge dissipates and she cries.
The prince tells Turandot his true identity… his name is Calaf. His life is now in the princesses hands.
At dawn the princess Turnadot announces to the populace that she knows the prince’s name.
“I have discovered the strangers name. It is Love.”
Think about it, how many times have you chopped off someone’s head, ie ghosted them, before even getting to know who they truly were?
Or were their hearts open enough to let you in? Was yours?