Closer.
I'm not idealistic about love; on the contrary I'm just about ready to give up, but not yet. Not just yet.
Finally managed to finish Closer, after trying to watch it about a year ago when the disc gave up on me halfway, so never managed to see how it ends. Now I know. And it's a show without a happy ending, which I like, because it's realistic. Nothing wrong with a few happy endings here and there, but for this show... well... it's good to have a reminder that love is really quite overrated sometimes. Overcommercialised; an impractical and false picture of unrealistic expectations being painted. And complicated beyond comprehension - not just some child's play of flowers and chocolates, of pettiness and kisses, of smiles and notes and petulant pouting and stomping off in a huff.
There's just no way we can grasp, every intimate detail of it. It's different and amorphous all the time. How do we even begin to understand the impetus, which leads people to cheat? To lie? To hurt someone they love? To damage themselves, beyond repair, and to live in a cloud of deceit and guilt? Maybe we all possess some sort of sadism in a little corner of our soul, which we never show to anyone. Why else are we almost completely powerless to temptations, unable to resist the lure of what is forbidden, and which bodes a future fraught with pain? With bitterness, with hate.
But there's always a moment. Where you're faced with the temptation, and there's two choices to make - to go with it, or to resist it. But no matter which path is taken, if the mind has a taste of something which it believes is better, which it thinks it wants, it will never be the same again, and the love one has has already been sullied, tarnished, and sandpapered to a dull, perfunctory one.
The human being will never, or perhaps can't, be satisfied.
"Why isn't love enough??, she asks.
And I'll be damned if any of us knew the answer.
I wish we did.
:4:52 AM: :sugah~plum
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