There are many stories in the world with a moral to it—apart from Aesop`s Fables, “The Great Gatsby” being one. Well according to my mother`s observation after watching it last night –actually what she said was, ”Every man should watch this movie and learn from it. Let it be a lesson to those who love”. Well, goes both way dosn`t it? Men can be equally as cruel as women for we as humans are ruled by ego mostly—or perhaps call it “selfishness” —and Ayn Rand is entirely wrong! Nothing virtous about it at all. Love does not come cheap, never did if it is real—the cost is great, as well as the human heart being rather fickle. But most of all we always hurt the one`s we love the most. The greater the love, the greater the infliction of pain.
Why is
that?—perhaps it is wanting to destroy the other so as no one else shall have
them—deform them in a way, in a fit of passion, all in the name of love naturally. Like
the artist who destroys his work once he has glimpsed its beauty and is jealous
lest an other will see it. Having said this—then the question arises- “is love a blessing or a curse”?
F.Scott Fitzgerald`s
biography is called: “The Romantic Egoists”—which is a wonderful title, filled
with scores of photos, copies of
newspaper articles of the time, letters and such of his and Zelda`s entire life—I was
hoping to give it to you for years now, but the time never seemed right. At the
time when I first paged through it seemed that our story had a lot in common
with theirs—ofcourse minus the grand lifestyle, money and their fame. But—love chooses the prince as
well as the pauper if one is blessed—or cursed? —Maybe it`s karma as a good Buddhist would confess.
Rather funny—you seem to
reside in my heart and head all the time –I think I am the one tied with
invisible threads to the ”Escape me? Never…” clause of Browning, though I often
wonder about the ”beloved” part. The truth probably lies with the words of
Elizabeth I have to admit with great trepidation and fear. My lot in this life.
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