Time for a rant...
I have finally found what my true love/hate relationship is: Stories of any type...whether it is your own life playing itself out, or a story crafted from another's imagination...a book, a movie, a television series, high school, whatever.
I guess that I really don't have a problem with the story itself...it's more the ending. You invest your time, your interest, and at times your emotions into these stories, and they just come to a screeching halt on the last page, or at the last episode. It doesn't matter how well the ending sequence was written, or how meaningful your goodbye was, because the harsh reality is that the story is over...it's gone. It's like the end of an era...and it brings simultaneous feelings of love and hate: you love the feeling of accomplishment you get from the experience of seeing the story through, but you hate the feeling of finality you get from the story's end.
The lifelong commitment to a single story is a notion that most would consider absurd...but wouldn't it be nice? Consider this: Endless volumes of your favorite book; series episodes that go on forever; a friendship that is not limited by age, distance, or human mortality…
It's an impossible dream, I know...but it's a dream...aren't they supposed to be impossible?
Great one, honey! I know exactly what you mean and how you feel...the end of an era is one of the harder things to except.
ReplyDeleteI would have never thought of you as the insane, but then again... it's been a while. :)
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