What’s in a name?

That’s what she said, right? “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” She was trying to say that her boyfriend’s name shouldn’t matter. He’d be the same person underneath no matter what clan he belonged to. People should see past all that. True love, blah, blah, blah.

People still quote her now, hundreds of years later. They treat her words like wisdom, and they feel smart when they can remember any part of that little speech. But Juliet? She was a twelve-year-old girl who didn’t know shit.

Names matter. They have power. You breathe it into them every time you utter them. Sometimes, it’s enough just to think about them. It’s about intention. Purpose. And that’s not something you can take back. You can change a name, sure. You can forget it. You may not have ever known it to begin with. But it’ll always be there. A name can have a mind of its own.

By Any Other Name

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