Romantic egoists

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.