Binaries
Black and white.
Good and evil. In the middle of that, is magic. In my book anyway.
But guess what, no one wants to look at the magic.
No one believes in magic. Magic is just a product of
a fast hand and a conniving mind.
But to me it's so much more. Magic is that bittersweet
ground where the fleeting moment of perfect happiness
accompanied by an inevitable destruction, resides.
Magic is that place in which you fall in love and submit
yourself to wreckage and a tweaking of the soul, only
to dig yourself a deeper ditch to fall into when the love
falls apart. Magic is cradling your loved one in your arms,
while you wheeze the last puffs of oxygen out of your systems.
Magic thrusts intensity into your bosom; intensity that is the
most real & most beautiful thing you've ever felt,
that it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad.
To me, that's magic.
To you, is it good or bad?
I say this because I've recently made a discovery about myself.
I refuse to see the world in black & white, and I hate when others do.
I feel that to do so, to divide the wolrd into these binaries, is to
deprive the self of one's other half. Every situation, every matter
that requires this final judgement, imagine it to be yourself.
Imagine yourself as Rose (if you're male, make Jack the survivor
and Rose the faithful drowned hero). You hear the calls of the
saviors, the soft humming of their boat engine, their ragged breathing.
You shake and with a staggering breath, desperately attempt
to wake your beloved. S/He doesn't wake. S/He drifts from the
wooden door on which you lay. S/He, frozen, falls into the darkness
and the ocean swallows him/her up.
Now if you view this situation with a straight cut black & white
perspective, Rose/Jack dying would be devastating. It's the
death of a big part of your own self. It's life biting you in the
ass. It's the universe conspiring against you. It's God or the gods
punishing you for your misdemeanors.
It's you robbing yourself of that silver lining in the clouds.
It's you dwelling on the death, and forgetting that you live.
it's you threatening to jump overboard instead of restarting your life.
It's you flinging yourself over the wooden door and drowning with him.
It's you depriving yourself of your other half--
that half being your life, as opposed to his/her death.
The dangers of this binary are limitless and, fatal.
On the other hand, should one view this situation as magic--
as a bittersweet end to a love forever worth remembering--
you're not only left with beautiful memories, but a part of the
mystic is imprinted in your being for all time. Love lived & died for you.
You walk on that middle ground between black and white,
able to see both sides and merge them into silver.
Bound to this belief, I find those who can only view things
as good or bad, are quite atrocious. Less harsh: just annoying.
Romeo & Juliet died, so it's a bad ending.
Lee Jaewon died, so it's a bad ending.
Noah & Allie died, so it's a bad ending.
Jamie Sullivan died, so it's a bad ending.
Forget that they died to defy earthly rules in their belief
that their love transcended their physical forms.
Forget that amidst his murder, his loving gaze remained locked with hers.
Forget that they died together peacefully in their sleep.
Forget that she changed him.
I say this because lately I've realized that there are
many people in my life who settle for this view.
Whether they know it or not, if it's a conscious choice
& they do have an explanation for viewing something a black/white way,
I wouldn't know. I would gladly listen to an explanation, though.
So please, enlighten me.
deja vu on this whole black/white thing.
i sound like a douche haha.
edit//wtf was i talking about.