What the final episode of Lost meant to me

I don’t watch much television, but I have remained faithful to the Lost series over the years. I found the final episode moving, not because I’ll miss the characters so much, or because any particular unity was achieved from the still-conflicting plotlines. But if you saw the finale you couldn’t help being stirred by each character’s “memory flashback” while living their (absurd) parallel lives.

These sudden epiphanies revealed to the character a great love, a great friendship, another meaningful life entirely, standing squarely in front of their previously unaware eyes. Memories of happiness, pains endured, adversities overcome, even deaths shared – all unexpectedly flooded the characters’ minds in an intense moment of spiritual reckoning.

It got me to thinking about the characters in my own life, and how superficially I exist with them – but how wholly I might permit myself to be aware of their full worth and consequence, and how utterly precious and fundamental they are to my very being.

For example, instead of a casual conversation with my parents, should I not allow myself to brush back my mother’s hair, caress my father’s cheek, and in that moment be flooded with a brilliant awareness of their courageous journey to my birth day, wiping the tears from my child eyes, standing by my side as I became a man, fighting, and humming lullabies?

My wife, who is my very breath, my carried heart, my reason for being. My brother, my family, my lost grandparents, my lost dog, my oxen friends, my dearest patients – do they all not deserve such a private epiphany? Shouldn’t we all be jarred into a naked awareness of our mortal legend and its epic characters once in a while?  How could I have been so blind, so numbly ignorant of the mayfly colossuses in my life?  How desperately I cherish them beneath the humdrum routine.

And then the show ended (along with the melancholy side effects I felt from the antihistamine I had taken earlier that night). I settled back into a comfortably numb, semi-aware state that would permit me to go to work in the morning.


3 thoughts on “What the final episode of Lost meant to me

  1. Muhammad Atique Khan

    you nearly summed up every thing that i felt while watching this last episode. And yes i did give my brothers a hug after watching this episode. It was very moving.
    Lost had been great; the series is complete in every aspect. i will miss watching it

  2. robin andrea

    I watched the first season of Lost and then abandoned it when the second season seemed overly contrived and without narrative cohesion. I felt like they were making it up as they were going along, without any continuity. Perhaps the series creators found a serious purpose for their characters and their lives, and that made all the difference. That melancholy epiphany is a good reminder of the thing that we are most likely to forget.

  3. Kendra

    I thought you were going to say “psilocybin” rather than “antihistamine.” 🙂 But either way, great post! And for the record, I’m a proponent of always attempting to overcome the comfortably numb, semi-aware state, which continually attempts to suck me into the void. I try to just fight it every day, kicking and screaming.

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