I'll see you in another life.
So unless you've been living in east bumblefuck just outside of the middle of nowhere with no contact with the outside world for the past month, you'd know that tonight was the series finale of Lost.
First of all, I really enjoyed it. I sort of wish that they left the Alt out because the very last scene with Jack and Vincent is just so perfect and it makes me tear up and UGH, it's just so gorgeous. I really do love how everything came full circle, and how the show started with Jack waking up on the island and ended with him leaving it, in a sense. I'm really glad that Jack and Kate ended up together, because... idk I've shipped Jate since season one, and it was just really satisfying that Kate finally made up her mind. UM. Yeah, stoked Vincent came back, I never really gave a fuck about Rose and Bernard, but they were sort of cute with their little house on the prairie in the jungle. IDK, just.. a lot of things happened that I expected to (ie. Jack being a bamf, taking out Flocke, everyone finally "waking up" in the Alt, Frank/Richard coming back). Jack just was so epic for me in the episode. I don't even. Just. Ugh, ilu Jack so much.
I'm a lot more choked up on the fact that it's over than anything that happened in the episode, to be honest. Just the whole idea that six years ago, myself and so many others sat down for the first time, curious, eager, intrigued--not knowing that we were about to embark on something so much more poignant and addictive and meaningful than we could have ever imagined-- that really gets me. We could never have possibly imagined the roller coaster of emotions, the ridiculous pairings, the friendships, the pure joy, and, alternately, the intense hate, and everything else that is apart of the experience when we turned on the pilot for the very first time and saw the plane wreckage on the beach. Nobody could have fathomed they way a single TV show could change not only us, individually, but the entire face of American culture. The fans have been with these characters for so long that the fact that I won't see them next week is really upsetting. I just.. ugh. I don't even know.
I've said it before, but the night before the finale felt so similar to the night before my high school graduation-- on the edge of something so much more profound than you could even imagine, feeling thrilled while you tried to ignore the fact that you were terrified and dreading it in equal parts, wondering how the fuck you got to this point in your life and where all the time went so quickly all while holding on helplessly to the memories that will gradually fade away no matter how tightly you try to hold on.
And I know it's just a television show, but it's really so much more than that. It was such a wonderful thing for me to escape to the island once a week. There is never going to be anything like this again, and that breaks my heart, because I have met so many people and have had so many conversations about this show, and it just really has been a wonderful experience. Everyone who lost interest in season one missed out, because it's been one hell of a ride and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Well-- I would trade it all for the chance to do it all over again.
So goodbye island.
Goodbye survivors of flight Oceanic 815.
Goodbye Others, Dharma members, and kids from the freighter.
Goodbye polar bears and Hurley Birds and wild boars.
Goodbye flash backs, flash forwards, and the alternate universe.
Goodbye Lost.
Thanks for everything.
♥