When it comes to relationships, I wish that I could say that I had some mystical insight that might give me or others a little bit of a bump to the head of the pack. Something that would give me the confidence that I have a perspective about something that is unique and special.I watch romantic interludes in cinematic escapades offering a window into the hearts and passions of past loves, dispassionate characters junked up by clandestine events, or hapless memories with the hope that I can muster a better understanding.
More films focus on the meanderings of people feeling lost and hopeless, seeking out adventure in the arms of another. There are also priests cheating on their God, husbands encouraging insanity in their wives, humble and loyal men and women turning on their partner, an emotionally impotent yet equally impudent lover spreading their seed across to every lonely spirit, or any lost creature who hopes to find paradise in an unfamiliar wilderness.
The most upsetting piece to some of these wonderful cinematic features is at the point in the film when the hero or antagonist somehow or another realizes their misfortune, the dismal feeling of not getting it right. We spend the whole movie rooting for them to get away with it or horrified that they might get caught. We might identify with the characters because they remind us of our own misery, quandary, ambivalence, bewilderment, or a lop-sided love affair with love itself.
In the end, I am not sure that I come away feeling any more sacredly endowed with a calling or word from God that helped me have an insight slightly favorable for me to understand relationships more than the next. We talk to our friends, doling out advice sometimes and receiving perspective at other times. Momentarily, we see the whole situation through unfiltered sunglasses, motivated and appreciative of the world where we play the lead character.
Sometimes we seek out professional support and a language to explain and articulate how and why we feel what we feel. It is a great feeling to knock out the challenges we experience, getting to the point where lovers make up for their misfortune with unbridled love.
Having this gift of insight does not necessary lead to happiness. Cracking the code that makes a relationship work will not guarantee avoidance of an abject existence. Yet, I speculate that we seek perspective because it might relieve our burden even if only slightly.
We can just accept our reality as is without asking the questions, researching the doubt, or debating the merits of one person’s understanding compared to another. The risk is that we may never find an answer. It is quite all right if there is not anything more out there to be found. We risk failing and equally risk succeeding.
The good thing is that life is a risk either way. Life is one big risk. Riches and knowledge usually only keep risk at bay or sometimes they perpetuate the amount of risk one might experience. Something about that risk makes me smile because as long as I live, love will always be interesting.
The most upsetting piece to some of these wonderful cinematic features is at the point in the film when the hero or antagonist somehow or another realizes their misfortune, the dismal feeling of not getting it right. We spend the whole movie rooting for them to get away with it or horrified that they might get caught. We might identify with the characters because they remind us of our own misery, quandary, ambivalence, bewilderment, or a lop-sided love affair with love itself.
In the end, I am not sure that I come away feeling any more sacredly endowed with a calling or word from God that helped me have an insight slightly favorable for me to understand relationships more than the next. We talk to our friends, doling out advice sometimes and receiving perspective at other times. Momentarily, we see the whole situation through unfiltered sunglasses, motivated and appreciative of the world where we play the lead character.
Sometimes we seek out professional support and a language to explain and articulate how and why we feel what we feel. It is a great feeling to knock out the challenges we experience, getting to the point where lovers make up for their misfortune with unbridled love.
Having this gift of insight does not necessary lead to happiness. Cracking the code that makes a relationship work will not guarantee avoidance of an abject existence. Yet, I speculate that we seek perspective because it might relieve our burden even if only slightly.
We can just accept our reality as is without asking the questions, researching the doubt, or debating the merits of one person’s understanding compared to another. The risk is that we may never find an answer. It is quite all right if there is not anything more out there to be found. We risk failing and equally risk succeeding.
The good thing is that life is a risk either way. Life is one big risk. Riches and knowledge usually only keep risk at bay or sometimes they perpetuate the amount of risk one might experience. Something about that risk makes me smile because as long as I live, love will always be interesting.
No comments:
Post a Comment