Burning it down to the ground

The last episode of this season's Grey's Anatomy is over. Over. Over. Over.

There is much public out-cry amongst the American viewers and I was ready to jump on the bandwagon and lash out as well. I mean, after all, this show's quirky relationships has had everyone biting their nails at some point or other in the alst 24 weeks.

And I think we had all lied to ourselves into thinking that after 24 weeks of crappy ups and downs in the Meredith / Derek, Christina / Burke, Izzie / George and Alex / Addison fiasco, God has to be kind to someone and have at least one happy ending.

Afterall, this is the show that gave us the hope..

At the end of a day like this, when so many prayers are answered and so many aren’t, we take our miracles where we find them. We reach across the gap and sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we touch.

But we can't say we weren't warned through out that hope doesn't always hold out..

As doctors, we're trained to be skeptical, because patients lie to us all the time. The rule is, every patient is a liar until proven honest. Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth. Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree. Whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth... the truth freaking hurts.

So yeah.. all the hopeless romantics, the people who watch this show so that they too for 60 minutes in a week can feel that their lives ain't all that bad.. are seriously let down. Cos the episode finale burnt it all down. Striped.Us.Bare.

Time waits for no man.
I think all crazy-fans like me should use this summer to time out.

Time heals all wounds.
Recuperate.

All any of us can wants, is more time.
Recover.

Time to stand up. Time to grow up.
And then Rediscover.

Time to let go.

Till Season 4 then..