I don’t mean to rant…but I’m going to go ahead and do it anyway because this whole ‘Brangelina’ break up has really rattled my cage.
After being together for 12 years, Vogue magazine described the day the two filed for divorce as “the day that love died”. Really? Do we as a society credit ourselves so much to think that we actually know this couple’s relationship, simply through viewing pictures and interviews of them together? Yes, it is sad – but couples break up every single day. I love Vogue, but for me, this headline is wildly overdramatic and actually quite insulting to the whole of humanity.
In the past week, we have witnessed Alistair Brownlee aid his brother Jonny at the end of the Triathlon World Series, pushing him over the finish line into second place.
We additionally watched the BBC reporter, Lyse Doucet reunited with a Syrian family of refugees she last met 2 years ago – in 2014 the family described themselves as “living as if waiting for death” and now they have begun a new life of safety and security in Canada. I read an article about a scuba diver who discovered a wedding ring at the bottom of the sea bed, and after writing an appeal on Facebook, managed to reunite this ring with a groom who had been missing it for 37 years.
Stories that demonstrate humanity’s ability to LOVE occur on a daily basis. Hugh Grant really had it right in Love Actually when he noted how “Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends”. At the end of the day, we really don’t know what kind of a relationship Brad and Angelina had – we enjoy their movies and admire the work they have done for charities over the years, but their relationship is private. We cannot make a statement so final and morbid as their breakup instigating “the day that love died”.
Love cannot die– it can change and it can end but will never be destroyed. Darkness cannot overpower light, that is a simple fact of life.