SUBJECT: So I believe that we are all wounded.
I believe that we are all bleeding.
And I think the reason that in romantic context
we are attracted to others who are wounded
is because we feel that by saving them, we in turn
save ourselves, right?
Romantic love as defined by Ernest Becker
is a perfect consummation with perfection itself.
We are purged in these instances in which we
find another in whose eyes we will be reflected and saved,
right?
This notion that we will see ourselves being seen by another
who bestows us with light.
And ultimately, the crux of the human condition,
the existential impotence, of you will,
is the perhaps tragic realization
that you can't save the ones you love.
Those wounded birds, the manic pixie dream girl--
you can't save her.
So what does that mean?
It means if you can't even save the ones you love, how can you
save yourself, right?
This is the tragedy of the human condition.
This is the sad song that gives you the goosebumps
and makes you cry.
This is the lyric that makes you tear up.
It is this acknowledgement of something
that aches, of something that is, of something that we wish
was not the case.
There is beauty in this tragedy, but first
let us acknowledge the tragedy of it.
And then we can make a poem or make a video
or make a film to frame that holy moment to at least cement
the tragedy by saying, it happened.
We exist.
We felt something.
I've talked about this before, but ugh.
It's why we make art.
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