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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Whatever I have done or am doing in my life right now, I know that at a certain point in time, I am going to feel awfully and painfully happy. Endings are always hurtful, in whatever sense you look at them. Even if put in the context of violence, of happiness, of pain, of bewilderment, of enchantment, of love, endings are almost always devastating. For one reason, they signify the everlasting effect on people of the various encounters/experiences while the previous state of being lasted. They consequently depict the constant lingering of the actual emotions felt erstwhile. It gives people this particular feeling of helplessness, the inability to escape, and at the same time that ardent desire for permanence. We want to forget, but the sentiments linger on, willingly or unwillingly. The strong emotions that aroused our being, our senses, are elevated uncontrollably at a certain magnitude. And so we begin to become more rational than ever. Another reason would be, that the complexity of incidents is lost, and everything else becomes so simplistic. Because of too much rationality, we reach a state of purgation, catharsis of strong emotions. And the beauty of the complexity of things is destroyed, forgotten, unlearned. Simplicity is achieved, and the excitement vanishes. The irony of which is that we realize that we like things better when they were complex and complicated, always like puzzles to be solved. And that it is in our nature to want difficult things, and always be on that search for simplicity, but never really want to achieve it fully. Reaching the end ends that desire to search, and consequently, our world stops. Endings. I like endings. I am able to realize where I should stand. I don't like to be everywhere. I want to stay in one place, and wait for someone, just one person, to ask me in on a new adventure. Finally I'd answer: Sure, I'm with you.
10/17/2009 12:37:00 AM
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