Intense

I don’t like to complete stories. I hang on right till the end.  I’m terrified to detach.

Over the past year, I’ve haven’t had too many people to talk to. The ones I did, I’ve told them much more than I should have. Otherwise, to pass the time, I watched movies, listened to music, read books and watched television series. And yes, got attached to some of them.

On a related note, I’ve noticed that when I feel overwhelmed, I write. Because I’m unable to get it out any other way. I think it’s a positive approach.

Back to topic, I just finished watching the second season of Homeland, on a marathon that had me gripped and I cannot even begin to describe how I feel just now. It might feel a bit adolescent to say that a fictional, scripted television series moved me, but that happens to be the absolute naked truth.

Not only do I feel for the characters who have played the roles, but the series in its entirety has brought out so many things I feel so strongly about.

Most importantly – the crux of the story – the difference between patriotism and terrorism.

I’m probably not the most scholarly in the subject, but I have the right to abhor the fact that thousands lose their lives every day, just because someone behind a desk decided that it was time. People driven by anger, revenge, and self gratification start these battles, which turn into wars and upturn lives of people completely. Especially those who just want to live a life of peace, and come home to their families. My colleague, a Syrian national, has been unable to go home for two years now, owing to this business. It makes me mad to even think about it.

I remember being terrified when I saw the Twin Towers burning on television all those years ago. The image of people jumping off flaming buildings still gives me gooseflesh. Does it all seem worth it? And is the objective ever going to be achieved?

For both sides, I don’t think anyone has a reasonable justification.

Homeland is a twisted plot. But it feels so real that it had me wound around so tight, I couldn’t even blink an eyelid. And now that VLC player has just closed, after playing the closing credits of Season 2, I feel more disturbed and pulled into chasms of thought.

About the things I just saw.

About prisoners of wars.

About love.

About recovery.

About Nicholas Brody.

Troubled dreams tonight.