I never like talking about things that EVERYBODY is talking about because I feel so cliché, but I can’t not talk about this.
It’s risky, because there are literally millions of people that are digesting what this post covers.
I’m talking about LOST and the, shall we say controversial season finale last night.
*If you haven’t watched it yet, don’t read on until you do. Spoilers may follow*
I have to talk about it, because it’s all over the place and I personally love the show.
I started watching LOST in the second season. I borrowed the season 1 DVD and then caught up by the end of season 2. I’ve been a faithful viewer ever since. The writing, the acting, the story, the mystery, the movie-like suspense in a one hour prime-time drama have always kept me satisfied (which is good since the story itself always left me wanting more).
There are two different takes on last night’s series finale. It’s been building up all season and last night was either going to leave you satisfied and complete or frustrated and confused. I’m in the first group. I’m extremely satisfied. Even inspired. I thought the finale was nothing short of artistic brilliance.
I’m not overly invested in the characters, nor do I carry a high emotional connection to the fictional people we have been watching for the past 6 years, but I do love a good story. I believe we can learn a lot from a good story. I believe we can find ourselves in the midst of a story that moves us. I think LOST delivered that in spades.
At it’s very core, LOST is a show about the battle between good and evil and the power of love to overcome the greatest of obstacles. (Seriously, a married couple overcame being literally decades apart, among other things.) I love the finale because good and evil finally came face to face after a tango, cat-and-mouse game for the past umpteen episodes. There was a moment when you thought good was just going lose and we would have to find a way to pick up the pieces of what was left and find a way to be satisfied.
Life is like that a lot of the times, isn’t it? We want things to work a certain way, then they don’t. We’re let down. Disappointed. Depressed. Hoping we can salvage enough left overs to put together something resembling happiness and satisfaction only to be let down by the result.
LOST painted that picture last night. Except good didn’t lose the ultimate battle. It made sacrifices, it overcome obstacles, but it didn’t lose. Good won. Love won. Community won. Relationships won. They survived.
Another reason I loved the finale last night was for the imagery of the “after life.” There was joy, love, freedom from fear, freedom from regret and freedom from depression. There was community, wholeness, happiness and peace. Broken relationships were forged back together. Love won… again.
Obviously real life is much different than a scripted, controlled, edited prime-time drama and to think otherwise is childish, not to mention dangerous. But it doesn’t change the fact that we can learn something from the story.
There is a battle between good and evil. It takes love to conquer our obstacles. We will make sacrifices and suffer defeat and sadness. But it’s not over. There is hope. We can chase the light. And we are all a part of the story. We’re not just spectators. We have a role to play.
That’s the story of LOST.
That’s the story of our lives.
And dare I say, that’s the story of GOD.
I’m writing this post as a completely satisfied LOST fan. Satisfied with the story, satisfied with the ending. I’m also writing this as an inspired LOST fan. Glad to see a great story come to a great ending with motivation to engage in the lives of others in order to bring light to their lives.
Call me a geek if you like.
You won’t see me arguing. But you will see me chasing the light.
Your thoughts on last night’s finale?