……or so I think.
Warning: For anyone interested in the series finale of Lost who has not seen it yet – you may not want to read my old theory. Or this blog. But for those of you who have – or who don’t give a crap one way or the other – I’ll just babble on for a bit.
I’ll point you over to the blog I wrote back in April 2007 where I sort of included my own pet theory of what was going on on that little island in “Lost.” As I said in my blog, I like to point out how little details in the show support my theory. And I continue to do that up until the very end.
Do I think my idea is/was closer to the shows conclusion than others? YES!! Was it completely accurate? No – because, well – that was THREE years and countless plot twists ago. But I don’t think I was that far off. Maybe insert Jacob for The Others. Or not. The writers didn’t really explain that tonight at all. For the record:
https://stonegirl.wordpress.com/2007/04/10/my-lost-theory/
But here’s the thing —— about this time last night, I was thinking back through about all the questions I’ve had, all the questions left unanswered. I was thinking how pissed I would be if the writers just ignored them and left me hanging. I was ready to sit in front of the TV tonight with a score card. A big fat score card. (this is some sort of analogy to life, I know)
And then………today……..sometime……….I let it go. I thought about why I liked the show to begin with. I certainly was not impressed with the premise of the show. I thought it was dumb and I had no intention of watching. Then, I realized that one of my new favorite actors was going to be on the show. And boom – my ass was in front of the first episode. And from there – I didn’t need any other excuse than the one the writers gave me – the character development. Being a writer, I am a big fan of character development. And being a fan of Twilight Zone and other shows that have tried to somewhat emulate Twilight Zone through the years (X-Files much), I am a big fan of taking stereotypes and sticking them upside down on their ears. The first few episodes did that for me, in triplicate. And I was hooked. I never looked back.
I SHOULD PROBABLY INSERT A SPOILER ALERT HERE
I realized today that what I most wanted tonight was for the characters to be true to themselves. I resigned myself to the fact that not all the questions would be answered. Could Walt make things appear out of nowhere? What did the numbers mean? What happens if Claire doesn’t raise Aaron? What’s the magic box Ben uses? Why was Libby in the same mental hospital as Hurley? What was Jacob’s original lists of passengers all about?? And on and on you could go.
But when the time came for me to sit down and watch tonight, I relaxed. And thought – ok – let’s just finish it. And that will probably mean that my own brain will still need to fill in the gaps. And for people who watch most TV shows, that may be really irritating.
But think how many times that happens in literature. In a really good movie. In life. Are we always going to get the answers we want? No. Does the exact same answer mean the same thing to two different people with different thought processes and experiences? No. Does that make life frustrating? Yes. Is someone going to come through our lives and tie things up in a pretty bow for us? Uh……not any day soon, no.
Did the writers answer everything? No, but if you think about it long and hard enough, they may have answered more than we thought. Before the show started tonight, my sister asked me “Why can’t babies be born on the island?” And I said something along the lines of “Because life can’t be created in the place where life is over.” Of course, even that doesn’t explain it all. Charlotte was born on the island, supposedly. Was she? Does that mean Jin and Sun’s baby was never even born? Who knows.
I’m not saying the answers don’t matter. They do. But did I need answers tonight to say goodbye to the show? No. I needed the story. And the people. I needed to have a small little cry (I’ll tell you when I cried if you tell me when you did). And I needed to keep thinking about things tomorrow. Because that’s what we do. We keep going in the face of uncertainty, the absence of logic, and without having all the answers. Hell, half the time we don’t even KNOW THE QUESTION. (42 anyone?) Do we hate it sometimes? Sure. But if we are lucky, we don’t go through it alone (thanks Sis!). And we can be comforted (and aggravated) by the fact that tomorrow may bring 14 new questions. As my husband sometimes says to me (grrrrrr): “Deal with it.”
Drives me nuts but sometimes he is correct.
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