It’s the Ides of March, the date on which Julius Caesar was assassinated by a group of conspirators. The date is meaningful to me because it makes me think of betrayal as a concept used in movies, books, etc. When Caesar was assassinated, one of his friends, Marcus Junius Brutus, was among those against him. The line, “Et tu, Brute?” comes from Shakespeare and was supposedly Caesar’s last words when he had resigned himself to his fate.
Friends betray friends for a variety of different reasons; not all of them justified. Maybe they’re trying to impress someone else, or get in good with a certain group of people. Maybe they betray you because they weren’t really your friends at all and they were just pretending the entire time.
I think that might be the worst type of betrayal: Someone claims to be your friend. They spend time with you, hang out with you, share memories with you, and bring you into their life. Then they drop you like a ton of bricks, seemingly out of nowhere. Later on, you find out from someone else that your “friend” was never really your friend and in fact, highly disliked you – possibly even hated you. They were only pretending to be your friend so they could have something you had or because being friends with you gave them some kind of advantage.
I’m pretty sure Julius Caesar’s assassination wasn’t really like that at all, but the Ides of March makes me think of betrayers. It makes me think of trusting people in whom we should never have placed our trust in the first place. Betrayal is painful. But forgiveness is the key. Yes, it’s difficult, but it can be achieved with time and with love.
Sic semper tyrannis.