Friday, November 4, 2016
True Love
In Never Let Me Go, growing up as clones with predetermined destiny enforced on them, Kathy, Tommy, Ruth and other students experience mystery, loss, and love with the most humane souls. "If you were a boy and a girl, and you were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and if you could show it, then the people who run Hailsham, they sorted it out for you. They sorted it out so you could have a few years before you began your donations." If the boy and the girl can prove they are properly in love, they can have three more years together. It always strikes me when it touches the concept of true love. How can we know when it's true love? How can we be certain that we are experiencing something that wars could be fought over, something that would make us smile the brightest smile and cry the saddest tears, something that would never let us go? We share more similarities with the clones than we think. We are born into the same world; we get raised and grow up into predetermined adulthood; we constantly lose precious pieces of life and loved ones till we die in a way donors lose vital organs one by one. Most things eventually fade away, even the happiest memories could drift out of memories some day. However, the truest kind of love, we never see it fading away. After all the loss, pain and despair, we can still feel the love from another time and space.
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I think that perhaps a more cynical interpretation is that notion that "true love" can impede the inexorable advance of destiny is utterly false—a coping mechanism, made by sacks of organs too sad, blinded, to face the truth. The novel can be applied to "normal" life. Humans' destinies are set in stone; there is only one end: death. Perhaps, along the way we lose parts of ourselves, but, maybe, irregardless of any arbitrary constructs we humans make for ourselves (like "true love," probably an illusion) we all die alone, isolated—destined from the instant we were born to die.
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