Eclectic Lesson

Media Bombing or: How Things Really Are | February 12, 2010

We’ve been cheated by the mass media. And what’s worse, we don’t even know it. It’s the movies and the TV shows, ads and even songs. They made us change our concept of love. They tell us love is fireworks and roses, and chocolates and fancy cars. They make us wear their clothes and empty our pockets in hopes of finding romance. But we’re lonelier than ever, ’cause we’re going on a wrong direction.

Years ago I used to think she’d bump into me on a busy street and we’d start a conversation because of my shoes of the sofisticated scent of my lotion. But that’s not love, that’s fixation. Easy infatuation, cheap and misdirected. We see these things on screen and we desire them, we want the beautiful girl or the sensitive boy, and they make us think love really happens.

And that’s some truth, deformed but real. We may not be certain of the weight of little things. The small details are often the most remarkable. Instead of looking at the rings or the make-up, we should be looking at the nervous tics, the eye twitches or the lip-biting. It’s always more inviting, and above it all, it’s free.

There’s no way for me to prove it, you’re just gonna have to take my word for it. I’ve seen it and I’m certain that kind of genuine love exists. But it’s not the way you picture it. There are no candles, no love songs, no puppies, no flowers. There’s no train, no Château. And actually, there’s no way of knowing what there is.

It may be sharing dirty seats on a crowded metro, getting stuck on an elevator, sitting on a bench watching cars go, or just to walk, just to talk, just to laugh and make her laugh, to talk about music, to remain silent. We’ve been cheated into thinking that bigger is better, but in fact, the better something is, the harder it is to describe it, and the more difficult to find it. That’s love and wind and happiness, and some say, that’s God.

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