Et tu, Brute?

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.


March is a quiet month for me, since I have given up music for Lent.

March is also a month of thunderstorms as the weather becomes warmer and gradually transitions to spring time.

The first day of spring is March 20, although to me, it doesn’t feel as though it’s truly spring until sometime in mid-April.

Daylight Saving Time is on March 11. Our days will become longer, so no more getting dark around four or five in the evening.

St. Patrick’s Day is coming soon! I think I might write a post about St. Patrick this year.

The Ides of March is on a Thursday this year (although that doesn’t make much difference). Interestingly enough, the Ides of March is still printed on many calendars, even though it was all the way back in 44 B.C. when Julius Caesar was killed.

Every day has significance, whether its importance is marked on the calendar or not. Yes, it’s a cliche, but every day is a gift, and these gifts in the month of March should not be squandered.

And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The water has turned from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it
This is a gift, it comes with a price…
– Florence and the Machine, “Rabbit Heart”