Viewing grief through the prism of Park Seo-joon’s Netflix show-Art-and-culture News , Firstpost

Towards the finish of Itaewon Class (Korean; Netflix), the protagonist Park Sae-Ro-Yi (Park Seo-joon) is hospitalised, critically injured after an accident. In his unconscious state, he sees his father, who died 14 years in the past, they usually stroll through key moments from Sae-Ro-Yi’s difficult life.

Finally, Sae-Ro-Yi and his father attain a bridge. The different aspect is shrouded in mist, however Sae-Ro-Yi’s father guarantees him that if he walks over to it, he’ll by no means have a painful evening once more.

Sae-Ro-Yi hesitates, and thinks about his pals, who’re all the household he has left. Then he tells his father that despite the fact that he’s had many painful nights, there have additionally been some good ones. That whereas he misses his father terribly, he now desires to embrace that craving in his coronary heart, and hold dwelling.

Sae-Ro-Yi’s father is proud of him; in that second his son has realised what it’s all about: “You can overcome something, so long as you’re alive.”

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I watched that scene a couple of weeks in the past, after a yr through which my despair and suicidal ideation had worsened considerably. I’d relapsed into self-harm, a behaviour I hadn’t engaged in for 16 years. Beginning in 2004, I’ve had main depressive episodes of various severity and durations, on and off, however from 2017 onwards, these had escalated, as had the quantity of time I spent in desirous to and planning easy methods to finish issues. The pandemic and social isolation had little doubt exacerbated these ideas.

A little bit earlier than I watched that scene, my mum had insisted on having a chat with me. She advised me that she fearful each evening till she fell asleep that that was the evening I’d do one thing to myself. She held me, regardless of my preliminary dismissiveness and despite the fact that I used to be adamant that I wasn’t in want of comforting, till, after years, I wept in entrance of her. And as I wept, I might title what it was that I used to be feeling: it was heartbreak and grief; solely, I didn’t know what I used to be heartbroken and grieving over.

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Later, as I dwelt on what Sae-Ro-Yi’s father says, I puzzled if it was true, even when simplistic: You can overcome something, so long as you’re alive. For so lengthy, loss of life had been my Plan A, however what if I took it off the desk? What if I made a decision that it doesn’t matter what, I might stick it out, as a result of you may overcome something — so long as you’re alive?

Oddly sufficient, it was a model of a coping mechanism I’d had in my extra well-adjusted phases: Whenever I used to be in the midst of an expertise that despatched my nervousness skyrocketing, I’d inform myself that it was advantageous, as a result of it meant I used to be alive and that was one thing to be thankful for. My dad and mom had had a son, an older brother I by no means knew; he died earlier than he reached Class 1. I’d remind myself of him, of how he by no means went through rejection or a irritating job hunt and even the petty apprehensions of a dentist’s appointment, which additionally meant he by no means obtained to fall in love, or have a drink along with his pals, or see the world, or learn/hearken to/watch/encounter issues that made his coronary heart and thoughts soar.

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My father had a chat with me after I turned 19. He’d been fearful that I used to be losing my life, frittering away alternatives and potential, slacking, by no means making use of myself wholeheartedly to any pursuit, be it teachers or music or writing. He needed me to know what I used to be doing earlier than it was too late, he stated. I had an hourglass in my room: He turned it over and requested me to have a look at the sand falling under. “Every grain of that sand is one that you could by no means have again,” he stated. I didn’t see what the fuss was about; I turned the hourglass once more, reversed the circulation, flippantly replied, “Of course you may.”

Not a lot later, he left for work as normal one morning. That afternoon, we obtained a name from the workplace: he had collapsed. My mum and older sister rushed to the hospital, however he was useless by the time they obtained there.

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I’ve written elsewhere of life’s “Thelma and Louise moments”. This was one of mine, and in some methods (and whereas I’ve had comparatively steady durations too), I’ve been driving off a cliff ever since.

Death had touched our lives earlier than: my older brother, my organic mom (of most cancers, when she was 36). But I’d been too little to understand what they meant, had felt these losses solely as absences: a life that might have been mine, however wasn’t; individuals who ought to have been there, however weren’t; individuals I knew solely through tales and some still-preserved possessions. In my father’s case, nonetheless, loss of life was a presence, rending me from inside.

I slept, quite a bit. I began college, however minimize most lessons. When I used to be alone, I’d bawl and beg and cut price, make wild guarantees to God — “if solely I might have my dad again”. I engaged in magical pondering: this was only a take a look at, and if we proved how a lot we beloved him, he’d be returned to us. When none of that labored, I scratched at my wrists with sharp objects. Stood in entrance of a truck barreling down a freeway: it had practically reached me, when a way of its measurement lastly punched through my daze and I stepped away to indignant curses from the driver.

I did get well, ultimately. I discovered work as a instructor and counsellor earlier than switching to journalism. I remembered what my father had stated about the hourglass. And I dedicated to not slacking off once more.

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Since I wasn’t as sensible as my friends, and had a lot misplaced time and floor to cowl, I made a decision to make up for it by working twice as a lot. The subject I’d chosen was an incredible enabler — there was all the time an pressing deadline that wanted to be met, a scarcity of palms that needed to be compensated. And there was loads of reinforcement too: the good days while you did one thing that mattered to you or that you just loved, and felt all the gratitude for that probability. I prioritised work over every little thing — time with household, pals, myself. I labored till I used to be uneasy after I wasn’t working. I labored till I by no means had to consider troublesome issues or of the future as a result of my thoughts was so absorbed in no matter I had on my to-do listing for that day. I labored till I used to be like an addict, resentful of the maintain it had on me, however needing it too, like a crutch. I labored till it was the solely factor I had left, and it was the sole supply of my id.

And over the subsequent 11 years, as different, extreme life crises got here alongside and piled up — as life crises are wont to — I turned much more to work, till I felt like a husk, an empty shell programmed to go through the motions, who awakened each morning simply because she had an inventory of issues to do.

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On a day that Sae-Ro-Yi’s expelled from college (for refusing to apologise over punching a bully), his father, proud of his son for sticking to his ideas, offers him his first drink of soju. After he swallows the shot, Sae-Ro-Yi’s father asks him the way it tastes. “Sweet,” Sae-Ro-Yi replies. “That’s since you had a formidable day,” his father tells him.

When his father dies in a hit-and-run that’s lined up, Sae-Ro-Yi is sentenced to 3 years in jail for attacking the particular person accountable. He develops a plan for bringing his father’s killers to ebook. For the subsequent 11 years, he works in the direction of his vengeance with a single-minded focus.

Through these 11 years, every time Sae-Ro-Yi accomplishes a milestone from his plan, he tries a shot of soju. It’s invariably bitter. No matter how a lot harm he causes his enemies, the style by no means improves.

But at the conclusion of Itaewon Class, after the dream about his father and the bridge, Sae-Ro-Yi is having fun with a night out along with his pals, his hand clasped round the lady he’s allowed himself to like. They elevate a toast; he drains his glass of soju, and smiles. It is lastly candy once more.

Sae-Ro-Yi learns what his father needs for him to: to dwell effectively, is the greatest revenge.

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Watching Sae-Ro-Yi, I might see that perhaps, dwelling effectively was the greatest sort of tribute too. That perhaps what my father had meant with the hourglass was not for me to actually work to the exclusion of all else, however to dwell a life with out regrets.

Instead, I had amassed a world of these. I used to be decided to punish myself — with the phrases I used for myself in my head; with believing that I didn’t deserve something; pondering that even the good issues that occurred to me have been a fluke and might be taken away at any second, so I shouldn’t get hooked up to them — despite the fact that nobody had requested for me to be punished. I hobbled myself with guilt, despite the fact that I couldn’t actually reply what it was that I used to be presupposed to be responsible for. I strove consistently for an elusive perfection, beating myself up for by no means attaining it, as an alternative of feeling that what I had achieved, or how I’ll have been, was ok.

I fixated on the concept of redemption: A line from The Kite Runner got here into my thoughts usually — “There is a option to be good once more” — and I’d really feel despair as a result of it was too late for me; I had come too far, there was no method for me to be good once more.

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When loss of life and ageing are the solely certainties, why should we wrestle through life? Sae-Ro-Yi is requested this query by his buddy and the supervisor of his pub, Jo Yi-Seo (Kim Da-mi). Yi-Seo has the IQ of a genius and the ethical compass of a sociopath, however her defining attribute is how exhausted she is with the world and all that’s required of one to be in it. Life, she tells Sae-Ro-Yi, feels so predictable, and like such a chore that she needs she’d by no means been born. Sae-Ro-Yi wonders why Yi-Seo is speaking like a god, with good prescience about the future. He tells her that each evening, he goes for a run through the neighbourhood. And each morning, he opens up their pub and spends the day working there. It’s repetitive. Some days are robust, and a few days are unhappy. But each from time to time, one thing enjoyable comes alongside. So why not wait, and see what life may need to supply?

Depression does fairly a job of wiping method your good reminiscences, leaving solely the dangerous. On ending Itaewon Class although, I started to make an inventory of every little thing good that had occurred post-2004 that I might bear in mind and really feel grateful about. At first, it was troublesome, however over a couple of hours the listing grew:

Travelling solo through Scotland and Austria. Watching the lights of the boats anchored in a single day in Halong Bay. The dazzling cobalt blue of the water while you land at Hong Kong airport. Hours looking at my favorite secondhand bookshop. Laughing at my pals’ jokes. Long conversations the place you’re feeling the full thrill of having one other particular person know, regardless of your lack of articulation, precisely what you imply. Beer binges. Lord of the Rings rewatches. Pride and Prejudice re-readings. Having the particular person you’re keen on relaxation their head in your lap. Workdays made enjoyable as a result of of the camaraderie of colleagues. Seeing my youthful sister graduate at the prime of her class whereas I half-jumped, half-cried, in my seat in the auditorium. Seeing each my sisters discover love, and work they excel at. Walking into one of the worst nights of my life, and looking out again to seek out my household ranged round me, prepared to supply unquestioning assist. Etc.

The day after I made the listing, and that dialog with my mum, I felt emptied out, but in addition lighter ultimately. I didn’t know if it could final, however I felt one thing I hadn’t in years: a risk that issues might be completely different.

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For all the finality of loss of life, you may lose an individual greater than as soon as. In the years after he died, I dreamt of my father usually. The goals have been of two sorts: Ones through which he’d be completely okay till the very finish, solely to keel over, clutching at his chest, and I’d really feel all the horror of it; or ones through which he was simply round the home, doing the issues he used to do, being the method he was. Those have been worse, as a result of I’d get up from them in the mornings with a uncommon sense of well-being, till a couple of moments later, I’d bear in mind.

Some days earlier than I watched the scene on the bridge between Sae-Ro-Yi and his dad in Itaewon Class, I had dreamt of my father. This was a brand new kind of dream: I didn’t see him in it, solely knew that he had died, and that I needed to inform the individuals we cared about. The grief felt uncooked over again, and as I thought of him making his last journey alone, I wanted a lot that I might have accompanied him, understanding that I might have achieved it and not using a second thought had I been given the probability.

Now I acknowledge that that isn’t what he would have needed for me. He would need me to be pleased, to dwell, as a result of you may overcome something, so long as you’re alive.

I wish to work in the direction of dwelling. I wish to cease being an automaton, cease carrying this guilt and remorse round. I don’t wish to consider anymore that I do know simply how my future will pan out, and that the hermetically sealed and sterile dead-end I’m in now’s all there’s to it. I wish to have hope that there’s something past this harm. I wish to consider in serendipity and luck and in the concept that I may need the sort of life my dad would have needed for me.

I would like to not die, however to dwell effectively.