I may be nearly a year behind, but a few weeks ago, I finally finished watching LOST. I’ll admit it, I teared up at the end (during the final episode, appropriately titled, “The End”) as I realized that my 121-episode journey with these characters was coming to a close.
I don't have to mention that it's not just a superb, even groundbreaking, television series – though that is certainly true – but it's also a particularly apt show for this point in my life. At its most basic, LOST features a collection of broken men and women who, by stumbling onto (some might say “careening uncontrollably into”) the island, must confront their flaws – the broken psyche whose repair they’ve ignored amidst the drudgery of everyday life. The island is the place that they go to become better, more complete people. The island is where they might realize more fully their potential.
