sunday_reveries: What does it even matter? Who does it really hurt?
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
- C.S. Lewis
The first rule is you don’t get attached. Every rule beyond that doesn’t matter, because once you’ve broken the first one, you may as well have broken all of them. They tell you that attachments are distractions and that you’re not here to be distracted. You’re here, because you’re useful and as long as you’re useful, you don’t wind up dead. There’s no room for love in this equation.
They tell you that, but they don't tell you that every distraction you allow into your life becomes a target, either from your own people, seeking to eliminate a threat to your focus, or from yourself. Attachments lead to weaknesses. Weaknesses can be exploited. No weaknesses, no way to be exploited. You avoid getting attached and you have nothing that can be used against you- nothing that can be hurt or killed because someone wanted to break you. Really, it's better this way. For them and for you.
They also don't tell you that love hurts. That caring about something so damn much that you actually consider dying for it, even if it's fleeting, even if you're over it a second later, is actually painful. A thousand tortures you can endure, but watching someone walk away, watching someone leave you for someone else, watching someone die- that's impossible to bear. You beg for the slow death, for the physical torments, for the locked rooms and the darkness- anything but that empty feeling associated with a broken heart. Who would even want to live with that? Who even could?
The first rule is you don't get attached. It's not a rule that Sark's broken lightly, but every time he breaks it and the fallout has passed and he does, somehow, survive it (because he survives everything, after all), he wonders what the point of it all was.
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 257
- C.S. Lewis
The first rule is you don’t get attached. Every rule beyond that doesn’t matter, because once you’ve broken the first one, you may as well have broken all of them. They tell you that attachments are distractions and that you’re not here to be distracted. You’re here, because you’re useful and as long as you’re useful, you don’t wind up dead. There’s no room for love in this equation.
They tell you that, but they don't tell you that every distraction you allow into your life becomes a target, either from your own people, seeking to eliminate a threat to your focus, or from yourself. Attachments lead to weaknesses. Weaknesses can be exploited. No weaknesses, no way to be exploited. You avoid getting attached and you have nothing that can be used against you- nothing that can be hurt or killed because someone wanted to break you. Really, it's better this way. For them and for you.
They also don't tell you that love hurts. That caring about something so damn much that you actually consider dying for it, even if it's fleeting, even if you're over it a second later, is actually painful. A thousand tortures you can endure, but watching someone walk away, watching someone leave you for someone else, watching someone die- that's impossible to bear. You beg for the slow death, for the physical torments, for the locked rooms and the darkness- anything but that empty feeling associated with a broken heart. Who would even want to live with that? Who even could?
The first rule is you don't get attached. It's not a rule that Sark's broken lightly, but every time he breaks it and the fallout has passed and he does, somehow, survive it (because he survives everything, after all), he wonders what the point of it all was.
Muse: Julian Sark
Word Count: 257