Mindfulness, Modern Life, Philosophy, Relationships

Imagining the Series Finale of My Life

“I’m going to die on this road one of these days,” I thought without actually thinking this morning, as I slowly took the sharp curve on the road between Kfar Manda and D’meida.

The cars opposite me, one by one, took the curve twice as fast as I did, every third car with their front tire on my side of the yellow line.

“Ironic,” I muttered, out loud. “You’re more likely to die from a car crash in this country than a terrorist attack.”

I shook my head. Chased the thought away.

“Why do you do that?” I asked myself. “Why are you always imagining yourself dead?”

This as Van Morrison sings “Into the Mystic” on the CD player and as I round the next curve, the one with the magnificent view over Haifa Bay. The one that always briefly sends me into a scene from an imaginary movie, especially when the sun is setting over the city in brilliant oranges and reds.

And herein lies the answer.

Cinematic and televised drama have become the paradigm for modern living.

We can’t help but imagine our lives as a climactic scene from an award-winning independent film; as a slapstick blunder out of a popular sitcom; as a lovers’ quarrel portrayed by a pop star in her latest music video;

Or even a carefully edited feature on the evening news.

Dramatic display of emotions and exaggerated interaction have become the familiar narratives of our modern lives, and we play it out at home, in the office, on Twitter, and in our minds.

This is how we live.

How can it be any other way? I am almost 40 years old pleasantvilleand I have spent my entire life learning about love, life and death through a lens.

This is a slight exaggeration, of course. I do have plenty of memories — good and bad — informed and outlined by a more commonplace framework, but I wonder sometimes how much of our disappointments in life come from expectations of

a kiss beneath fireworks.

a long-awaited reunion in the company of crashing ocean waves

an acknowledgement of our suffering realized via ascending applause in an over-crowded school hallway.

And how much of our anxiety comes from witnessing over and over again

high-speed highway chases

dramatic deaths by untimely tragic automobile accident.

All of it orchestrated with a powerfully-moving soundtrack.

Social media perpetuates this reality even further, bringing real-life people into our lives in a way we only used to allow afternoon soap opera characters:

An ill woman in need of bone marrow transplant

A child missing

I don’t mean to sound cruel — I know firsthand how social media can be a powerful tool to rally a community, to get a person who otherwise wouldn’t to care.

But has this familiarity with both real-life strangers and with fictional characters — with Richie Cunningham; with the staff of St. Eligius; with Rachel and Ross — blurred the line between reality and fiction?

Has the line mutated … into a line that is almost invisible?

And are we compelled — simply because these are the times we live in — to measure our lives against theirs?

This is what I thought this morning once I safely made it to work and as I carefully avoided spoilers from the series finale of Breaking Bad.

My social media networks were all abuzz — the anticipation over the weekend about how this would all unfold was palpable — and I live in Israel!

How will this all end?

Where and in what matter will this character leave our lives?

And will the end be … satisfying?

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This is the second in a series about Jen’s dramatic imaginary life. Read the first post here. 

6 thoughts on “Imagining the Series Finale of My Life”

  1. My goodness, you are SO right. I always thought my thinking this way was due to my own tendency towards the negative and the dramatic. Maybe it is in part, but it is definitely fuelled by screens and pop culture. It makes me feel somehow better to know that it doesn’t all come from within my crazy imagination. Also, I love your description of the view of Haifa Bay.


  2. This post, with your fresh perspective on what ails us, and written so masterfully, deserves, I’m thinking, to be somehow magically encapsulated on a series of billboards, in the usual 3 languages, on that highway.. The layout needs to be ‘just so’, to convey your message. Perhaps “Never forget for a moment that the exciting and flaming final episode you blithely wish to ‘star’ in, is the one you’ll never get to watch!”
    Ok, you stated it better, but I do remember almost drowning once in the Sinai, and oddly thinking, in my putative last moments, that ‘This is so damn exciting; such a shame I’ll never get to recount it to anyone.’


      1. No, but I trust you and can ‘look it up’. Most films since Gone w/ the Wind, in my addled memory, require Google for me to reconstruct the experience It’ll be interesting to make the connection between your (simultaneously) ‘interesting and original’ point and the film’s.


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