Rational Insanity
After the storm
Frank took away the better of us. This entire past week has been very exhausting for me, both physically and emotionally. I almost burned out if not for a spur of the moment decision to just drop everything and go – to somewhere, and nowhere. It would be nice if Frank had a different name altogether, like Ernest perhaps, or Chloe, or Regina. Then maybe the storm would have more meaning to many of us. There is always a metaphorical drift to any kind of storm. When it passes it leaves nothing behind for people who had a weak grasp of their possessions. Sure there would be 'after storm' realizations, like 'would I have lost a little less had I not invested too much?', 'Are my losses worth it?', 'What did I gain?', or 'Was I wrong or too romantic to believe that I could survive a storm?' One thing's for sure though, after we have asked all these questions, one single answer remains – that we lost something, no matter how small. Of course, I am not talking about typhoon Frank here, but well, it cuts both ways.
What have we lost, anyway? What are the things that are most precious to us that we loose along the way or after a storm? Some people lose their lives trying to protect their belongings and stuff, but often, the question is, are these possessions worth losing our lives over? Is that person worth losing yourself over? If there's one thing that we should be able to take up and rehabilitate after any kind of storm, its ourselves. In most relationships (as Marz would put it), there is always one who will love more than the other, and most of the time, the one who loves more is always ready to give up everything including him/herself for the other – then comes the storm. For the one who did not love as much, there is always an unbroken line where one could start again and go along the same path – that was just a slight mistake in plans – 'let me get back to my usual self and make sure that I don't fall again; but for the one who loved truly, and fully, and sincerely there wouldn't be nothing left, most likely. Some people would contest this by saying that it's the fault of that person to have given up everything even when the knowledge of the risk of losing everything exists. Partly, this is true, but on the other hand, love demands that we drop all our defenses and just love. Anybody who cannot do this for the person he/she loves does not want to face the agony of love which is, by all means, part of any kind of love.
Is loving wrong? Does loving always come with a storm at the end? Is there really no 'happily ever after' even for those who really love and love really? Is the storm at the end of loving set to take away everything and not leave anything behind? Should there always be a storm…? These are questions that any jaded person would not recognize because jaded people have tried to forget the meaning of love and failed. Sure, you are jaded, but don't you just want to love again? Doesn't the ache eat at you night and day and push you beyond your limits? How so? Well, the reason for this is that although love can be very painful, love can also be the most satisfying emotion in the whole world – hence, we have cafes filled with miserable people downing a cup of coffee all alone, restaurants filled with loners eating a meal alone, and sidewalks filled with dreamers gawking at the sunset at the expense of a tear…all these in the name of love and the possibility of being loved. How many people in this world are unlovable? I believe no one is unlovable, because even Hitler had his fill of love. The only question that remains now is if no one is unlovable, then why can't everybody just love truly? Is there anything less than true love? Like poetry, there is no bad love or good love, there is only love…
Now, to end all these ramblings, let's get back to Frank, or Ernest, or Chloe, or Regina, or whoever that storm might be – it's just a storm dearie, you got out of it alive, it's time now to make a storm of your own! A stronger one! One that will topple down and overcome even the strongest Frank, the strongest Ernest, Chloe, or Regina! Get out of there you moper and claim what is rightfully yours – yourself, the day, and the eternal blessing of being able to love and being loved in return. Ain't that sweet? Well, everything in this world is sweet, even the storm is sweet because it would not have been a storm had it not made you realize how great it is to love, again, and again, and again, and again… as Marz would put it – 'just go and walk into the sunshine, it may glare you at first, it may hurt your eyes a little, but that's just because you've been in the dark for too long.' Don't forget to wear sunscreen!
Be rational; be insane…every once in a while! TTFN!
I love you all! Byers! Marz would like to especially greet Eleanor, you go gurl!