…And a half

It’s such a shame that the majority of you don’t speak Polish. You would absolutely love the series I have just been watching. The lines are hysterical and the humour is sadly non-translatable into any other language so the subtitles would simply spoil it. It’s not the first time I have seen it, but it’s the first time I didn’t feel anxious seeing the main character’s world fall apart, back and forth, you know, because once just isn’t enough.

The main character is a 39 and a half year old guy, who kind of played his life away, woke up half a year before his fortieth birthday and embarked on a mission to get his family and carrier back in place. He does succeed in the end, kind of, I mean things change so quickly and dramatically that they swing between wealth and poverty, rich family life and an empty holiday table. One thing that very much made itself apparent this time round I got to watch it, were the ups and downs in life. Each time something bad happened, all I would do was laugh at the incredulity of the situation, sit back and wait. Something good would happen soon. The moment some good news came for a short visit and their lives seemed to be on track, an event of catastrophic proportions would take place wiping everything they had worked for till then with no trace of the pre-existing wealth and success.

Sounds like life, no? Because, G-d forbid, we should be too happy. Life has to make sure that we have this constant bittersweet taste in our mouths, confusing us as to whether we should swallow it or spit it out; always blurry about the future and causing us to be afraid of dreaming bigger than basic life necessities because our hearts are weary of disappointments. We normally receive things that are a half of things; a glimpse, a whiff, a trailer of what is available out there. Just enough to tease our taste-buds, but not enough to satisfy us. We become accustomed to being brought down to our knees, somehow being more willing to believe in the bad than in its, oxymoronic in this context, nemesis. When we reach exactly that point of contemplating getting used to the situation and dare not hope for anything better, life pulls us up on a high mountain presenting a perspective; one that is partial yet delivering; both a revealing and a concealing feeling of vulnerability and hope.

Nothing is sure in this world. Our youthful assurance of owning it changes into the one of simple gratitude that, at least sometimes, we are not standing alone on the battlefield. Sometimes we are blessed enough to have someone see us through parts of it.


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