Walk Away

I saw the last episode of Games of Thrones. The show that had given way to numerous speculations and story arcs – finally some characters will find love, finally the bad person will die a just death, finally the people will be liberated from tyranny and whims of the powerful, finally the blood bath will end, finally Jon Snow will have some much deserved happiness and recognition.

NOPE

None of that happened. Of course I have written what I have written above knowing full well that quite contrary is what happened. What does emerge at the end of the series, as is also reflected in that counsel of the lords and ladies of the seven Kingdom (or was it Westeros?), was that almost all of them were by themselves. In their lives I mean. The same goes for all the major characters, including the Stark children. They go their own path, one towards north of north, one in north, one in king’s landing (presumable south?) and one towards the west. And all are by themselves, with no promise or even hope of meeting again. That is the end of the series. Their lives, the lives of the individual character, may continue in the fictional world of Westeros, but from the look of it, it will be by themselves. It will be filled with friends, with wise advisors, with concern and care for those who are unable to take care of themselves, but without that one ‘special’ person who they all could have or might have had.

Of course, that is what I have been unconsciously mulling over. I wasn’t happy with the ending. I wanted Jon Snow to be happy. It wasn’t meant to be, not in the manner I wanted it to be. He will be fine, he just wont be happy. He would have love, just not of the women that he had lost. He would have companionship, just not of his siblings. And this is true for the rest of them too. They would continue, walk the path that they are meant to, that they chose eventually or were offered, after all the chaos of their lives, and they would live it. As complete and whole as they can.

That’s it then. As complete as they can. Not as per the norms or what they wanted but making the best of what they are left with, making the best of what they have in front of them. Not pining for what could have happened. Ever looking forward. And letting go of all ideas and memory that may have been to the contrary, that may have been a fantasy, because that it is what it is now, anything that is not part of the present, is just a fantasy.

This has turned out to be quite a contrast to my ‘New Rules’ poem. Somewhere where I am sticking to, or gathering hope from, from the fact of continuing with what I have been given as opposed to what I should have been given as per my fantasy. Maybe the latter would have been too banal for me.