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The Eternal Human Pursuit of Love
Today I saw the movie Enchanted with my roommate Kathi—someone as much of a closet idealist as I am. It’s a story about a cartoon princess and prince in fairytale land, who are sent to our sinister “real world” in New York City. In this sad, sad, land, where “Happily Ever After” doesn’t exist, the princess meets up with a jaded New York lawyer, whom she transforms into someone who falls for her and ultimately ends up believing in true love and the “Ever After” that supposedly comes with it.
It’s a great movie, funny and touching, but the end of course wraps up a little too neatly: the lawyer’s betrayed fiancée conveniently hooks up with the Prince Charming who originally came to save his princess, while the princess and the lawyer end the movie by prancing around in his apartment with his young daughter from a previous relationship. It’s interesting how this movie begins as a parody of the fantasy world of Disney movies, yet ends up being exactly that type of movie. It seems that Hollywood can’t let go of the fantasy that sells movies—because it’s the fantasy we all want to believe in: true love.
It’s a topic that clutters every aspect of our lives and is the reoccurring theme of so many forms of entertainment: movies, television, books, art—you name it. It’s universally significant and is revered as the crowning achievement of one’s lifetime. Everything we do is centered around it, whether or not we recognize it. Our physical appearance, financial gain, power, personality, career—we hope that having the best of all of these things will make us attractive to the opposite sex, and perhaps aid us in finding our life partner, our true love.
For all of the devastating issues that cloud humanity—things such as war, poverty, and sickness—love has always risen up as a matter more powerful than any of these things. Of course love can be devastating because we can lose it, which is one of the most painful conditions we go through. But we almost always continue to search for it. No matter how many times we are burned by love, we always reach our hand back into the fire. It remains the eternal pursuit of mankind.
Of course there are many cynics who believe that true love does not, in fact, exist. I of course am not the best expert on the subject, considering my commitment-phobic record of many unsuccessful relationships that I cut short, but I personally believe that it does. I know it is not the fantastical and effortlessness kind of Disney movie love that is mocked in Enchanted, but I believe in love, and I believe it is something real. And even if in the end I am proved wrong, I would much rather go through life believing that such a thing is possible. It is better to have faith in love than to sign off on a life of everlasting loneliness. After all, I would rather die a fool with faith than a skeptic proved right.