Poe has been one of the more mysterious, cryptic and veritable writers I’ve had a chance to read. A couple of tales, a handful of poems and, in turn, a lifetime of thoughts. All palpable, ofcourse.
What is it, that makes you ignore the obvious and lose touch with reality? Which makes the silliest of deceptions seem like the most tangible of actions. The most stereotypical paradox, and a paradigm of duplicity. Its “love” ofcourse, a tiny word that can be the bane of any sane person’s existence. Maybe we are too gullible to see it for what it actually is. Or maybe, we just need an excuse to ignore our existence, lose touch with any sense of individuality and just “go with the flow”. Or maybe, the human mind is programmed to fall into a pattern of homeliness and have a total disregard for logic and coherent thoughts.
Is it right,or does it even fall into the socially accepted definition of right, to let somebody else steer your actions and mold your thoughts? And why do we just let it all happen, without any demurral, towards another socially embraced institution of marriage? Is it so nauseating to be alone or is the pressure? Else why do we just give in, mind and sense along with hopes and dreams and ambitions and singularity, just to adhere to a practice?
I’m no expert on society or how it functions or why it functions in a certain way. However, I do know a reasonable bit about myself, which leads me into this thought process of questioning relationships and their purpose. Why do we need to fall in love? There are enough reminders all around us about love and its impact and how happy people, who are in love, are. Is it something that I have utterly failed to comprehend or is it something is made up by a sadistic group of people just to social engineer the rest of us? Why exactly am I expected to give myself, that too unconditionally, to somebody else, who probably wont accept me for who I am and will, in due course of time, bring about changes – imperceptible, but perennial. In a society that expects us to adhere to a particular standard, and yet applauds you for being different, what do you do? Suppress yourself in the hope to fitting in or just be yourself? Love and relationships are just a farce, to quote the cynic in me, who has been longing to get out and shout it out loud. Those who truly believe in us to care, and care enough to believe are okay to see us become what we really want to.
No wonder I can relate so well with Poe, who to quote himself, wasn’t exactly how others were and didn’t exact see as others did.