Let me be your ocean.

(possible LOST spoilers!)

Lost has taken me every which way imaginable, most of the time, kicking and screaming. We've had a love/hate relationship since my days back in Dobie dormitory where I spent my mornings asleep and my afternoons glued to my computer monitor debating whether the smoke monster was truly a monster or just a misunderstood colony of nanomachines. All the while class was in session and my GPA shriveled to a depressingly flaccid state.

The final episode last night, for me, was very satisfying. Immediately following the final scene, I just sat there, mostly confused, and somewhat hollow. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I kept replaying that final scene in my head all through the night and even the next morning. I could not stop thinking about it.

I've never had to deal with death. No one close to me has ever passed. I am a young healthy adult male living in the United States. I don't worry about it. I'm not the religious type, but this very aspect of the final episode captivated my thoughts. The portrayal of the after life (or the inbetween) was so utterly breathtaking. The characters created a place where they could find each other again. I often imagine a place like this, a meeting place. If for any reason, you are separated from the ones you love, you'll just go to this one place. You'll find each other, you'll always find each other(shout out to JJ Abrams's other masterpiece, Alias). All you have to do is let go of all the guilt and all the anger. This reminds me of a Moth podcast. Mike Destefano, a comedian and ex-drug addict, tells a story about how he lost his father and his wife to cancer. It's definitely worth the 18 mins and 40 seconds.

The Junkie and the Monk

I never really had a shot at being objective with the finale. My heart was in it from the very beginning. As Jack climbs through the bamboo forest, I sing to myself:

I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere