“This is not
a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life
and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return.
Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. I love you, T.”
- Nicholas
Sparks,
'Message
in a Bottle'
As the title
obviously suggests this post is going to be a very soppy self-indulgent one,
well at any rate more than my usual ones are anyway. So you very well should
know what you are getting into.
Actually,
sometimes I think life would be so much simpler if everything came with such a
warning.
Right at the
beginning of some important chapter in your life there comes a disclaimer -
like those before the movies or on the cigarette cases.
("smoking
is injurious to health" - really? I
had no idea!)
These
warnings seems to crop up everywhere. At the violent movies, that most
impressionable children are inevitably going to watch; and at the boxes of
cigarettes, that most smokers are going to puff out no matter what!
But then I
think, just as futile as these disclaimers are in either scenarios; they might
prove just as pointless if they were to be placed at some really landmark
turning points of our life. Would we change our paths if there were anything
that warns us of the dangers or the hurt and pain ahead of you? Would we dare
not to have known/had those wonderful experiences that most of these moments
bring into our lives?
Suppose at
the precise moment that you get out of college and sit for your very first job
interview, just before you answer their first question a pop up video blurb
appears (like the one in that show in MTV) saying:
"Fun
Fact: The moment you answer this question the interviewer would be impressed
and immediately decide to hire you. You will agree to work here for considerably
lower pay that what they would have easily agreed to pay had you negotiated a
little more. They will squeeze your brain and blood for the next four years,
robbing you off of all the zeal and innovative ideas you've ever had throughout
your college life turning you into just like the pompous vegetable they
themselves have turned into!"
Now after
seeing that, would you in your right senses ever accept such a job offer?
Obviously no.
But since
there wasn't any such pop up prediction available for you at that time, you
take up that job and end up being miserable for the next four years of your
life just as it had said. You sell your soul to the devil in return for four
years of work experience in something that you never had any real interest in.
And with people that you don't care lived or evaporated.
That's
obviously disheartening, isn't it? But still, this office was the place you
discovered your affinity to Beatles and Zappa. This is the place where you will
meet a senior manager who will become one of your favorite mentor and stay so
even after you leave the company. Also, this could also be the place where you
make acquaintance with a girl with whose roommate you fall head over heels in
love. Would you dare miss out on all that??
Now, imagine
if there were to be such a disclaimer when it came to matters of the heart. But
for obvious reasons it should be different from the one above.
After all matters of the heart supersedes in importance over anything else in
one’s life, right?
I suppose it must be like the one in the music video of Savin' Me by
Nickelback. Just like in the video, here there is a countdown on top every
prospective mate in your vicinity, stating the amount of time they are going to
stay in your life.
But that’s not enough now is it? There are many other equally crucial and
decisive criteria that you will tick off when it comes to choosing someone to
fall in love with.
Most often I
have heard people, men and women alike, bring up this make-or-break requirement
that their prospects just have gotta to fulfill: ”He/she has got to be my soul mate."
Perdóname,
senor. What does soul mate mean exactly?
Oxford says,
"Soul mate : a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or
romantic partner."
Now, tell me
what/when/how has any man/woman/others in all of the history of mankind on this
planet ever, been able to find anything that has been remotely deemed fit to be
described as 'ideal'?
There has
always been a compromise. At some level or the other no matter good or
desirable that object might be, you always have to adjust with something. Some
might argue that this specific defect/quirk is probably what that makes this
person all the more dear to them, their One True Love.
When you had
imagined your ideal partner in the first place, did you imagine them with all
these elfin eccentricities?
Probably
not. By definition, these quirks and fancy traits that they have are for the
most part their own creations. Unique and very hard to imagine on any person
before you happen to come across somebody actually having them. How could one
possibly envision them any earlier?
Another thing that has always baffled me:
Suppose you
are married to wonderful person, you love him and soon have a couple of amazing
children with this person that you love very dearly. Then many years down the
line you come by another guy/gal who seems to be that perfect mate you have
always dreamed of. You acquaint with this person and you start a terrific
rapport just to find that you and he/she have more in common with you than you
and your spouse has ever had in all of your time together.
Let's just
assume that you go crazy in love/infatuation/lust/emotion/whatever and leave
behind the house that you have built with your spouse of so many years to go
live with this person.
Do you
imagine a happily-ever-after ending to this tale in every situation ahead?
Might work,
might not. This person that you are riding off into the sunset with, could turn
out to be the sweetest of souls ever to be born, or just another Axe Murderer
or the next Josef Fritzl.
In any case.
Could you help me understand what was the fault of your child or of the
husband/wife you leave behind?
See where
this baffles me?