I wish life were a storybook (and damn you literature for lying to me)
We all know the classic fairy tales. Without a doubt, they end up happily ever after. That’s not what I want. I don’t care about having one conflict in life, then going on with life until I die a painless death after many years of a perfect life. I don’t want to be Prince Charming, or find a princess to marry. Hell, I don’t want a wonderful life, even. What I want is to be able to show how I care about things. As a nerd, I’m going to use Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings as two prime examples. Both of these are adventures, but I’ll throw in other genres as well. The fact of the matter is, you know who these people are. You bond with these characters, both good and evil. I’m a firm believer that words will never suffice when you’re trying to explain emotions. You may try, but there’s no way of explaining exactly how it is something or someone makes you feel. Actions help, but even they aren’t perfect. The problem with not living a storybook life is that I can never show what I’m willing to do for someone. The next statements I’m about to make I mean in every literal sense of the word. There are people I would take a bullet for. There are causes I would sacrifice myself for. I’m willing to starve. I’m willing to leave all my friends behind. I’m willing to endure the elements. There are things I would gladly do all those things for. The thing is, we’re never given the chance, and pop culture isn’t helping. I can’t even begin to list all the songs that have used something I said I would do for a cause or person I loved and believed in that’s been used metaphorically. These phrases have become so common, they’ve lost all meaning. In Star Wars, there are multiple characters who give up everything for something they love. Even though he’s evil, I sympathize with Anakin. He was willing to forfeit his integrity, join the forces he swore to destroy, slaughter innocent children, and even fight someone who loved him. Why? Because he loved Padme. He sought answers from Palpatine because he loved her and thought he’d be able to save her. His good intentions may have been his downfall, but dammit, his heart was in the right place. The fact he was willing to do so much is selfless. In the end, he even sacrificed himself for his son. In The Return of the King, the combined forces of Rohan and Gondor march upon the Black Gate. Calling that a suicide mission is an understatement. They’re going, completely undermanned, without preparation, and without any advantage, to Sauron’s domain, and facing the thousands of orcs inside Mordor. All that for two Hobbits. They were willing to die for them. All they were was a distraction. That’s heroism at its finest. Now let’s take a look at reality. I’ve fallen in love. What I did for her was write a song. Doesn’t nearly compare. Albeit, I don’t know that I would have died for her. Let’s look at some of my friends. I can name countless I’d die for. But oh look, I live in a suburb. What’s the last tragedy that happened here? A drunk driving accident. They only died because they were stupid. If one of my friends’ houses caught on fire, I would rush in to help them. Of course, houses rarely catch on fire anymore, and since we live in suburbia, I probably wouldn’t know until the firetrucks were there, and by that point I wouldn’t be allowed any closer, being physically restrained by a cop most likely. A more likely option is if one of them needs medical help. Not in an emergency situation, but say a kidney transplant. Alright, I can give up one of mine. Assuming we’re compatible. The general point I’m trying to get across is that if I could truly show how much I care about the people I love, I would. In a heartbeat. The problem I have is that with all the passion I have, all the emotions, and as much as I care about them, the opportunity to truly show how much I care will never present itself. I would do so much for love, but no one will ever know.