Human desire never seems to cease. We are confronted with this inconvenient truth whenever we realize that something we want is totally out of reach.
Some of us try (in vain) to “stuff away” our desires in an attempt to bypass that sense of dissatisfaction. But as psychologists will tell you, repression often turns into all kinds of nasty complexes and neuroses. Desire is a continuum. It has to go somewhere. The more you try to ignore it or stuff it into a box, the more it will fester and seek release. We have an infinite longing to be loved-this is the foundation of our identity as human beings, claims Monsignor Luigi Giussani.
This lack often arises in our relationships with others. In a previous post, I noted that I could spend all weekend with my friends and still feel like it was not enough. This “problem” goes beyond just being overly emotionally attached, it’s a matter of being human. Giussani claims that this sense of emptiness is something that needs to be fully embraced, rather than ignored. This emptiness fans the flames of our desires, forcing us to recognize that the other person in themselves is not enough to put out those flames. Only then can we come to the realization that Christ, the Infinite Himself, is the one who will bring our “restless hearts” to peace.
I often feel suffocated by this sense of lack, as if I’m drowning in my own neediness. Don’t get me wrong, I have quite a few friends and my family does love me. The issue is that my heart is like a bottomless pool of desire, making it so that any drop of affection that I receive is immediately consumed and merges with the endless longing whose cries echo constantly throughout that pool. Dramatic. I know. But as Emily Dickinson once said, “the heart wants what it wants.”
So what can I do to pull myself out of the pool? Instagram is usually a good distraction…until I see that a friend has a birthday party last night that he didn’t invite me to (#FOMO). Or I could just play cool-as-a-cucumber, pretending that I don’t care that you didn’t text me back, and even going as far as not texting YOU back…just to prove how cool, calm, and collected I am.
But this usually only lasts for a few days, and then it’s straight back into that deep abyss of longing. Giussani is right-that sensation is not meant to be ignored! That’s why whenever I catch myself trying to pretend that I’m A-OK, I turn to my two friends (in my head): Romeo Santos and St. John of the Cross.
Romeo Santos, the former frontman of the group Aventura and self-proclaimed “KOB” (King of Bachata), is known for his whiney vocals and sentimental lyrics about heartbreak and pain. Romeo’s not afraid of letting out that cry and expressing his longing to be loved. When I’m feeling pissed off at a friend for next responding to me, or when I find myself falling for someone that I know will never feel the same way about me, I just pop in one of his CDs (yes, those still exist) and share in his cry of longing and dissatisfaction. Listening to his music brings me back to my humanity, and gives me a sense of solidarity. “I’m not the only one who is whiney and needy!”
While some criticize his lyrics for being too sappy, I beg to differ. Here’s just a few of my favorites:
Y ahora por un segundo me ahogo en los mares de la realidad/por un segundo acepto mi derrota, te perdí de verdad/y por un segundo enfrento mi duelo, ya no estás conmigo.
(And now for a second I’m drowning in the sea of reality/for a second I accept my loss, you’re gone for real/and for a second I face my pain, you’re no longer with me.) Por Un Segundo, 2009
Sound like anyone you know?
Yo le dije al corazón que te olvidara, rudamente me grito que me callara…Le ordené a mi alma que borrara, que no te amara y se río en mi cara.(I told my heart to forget you, it rudely told me to shut up…I told my soul to erase you, to say I didn’t love you, and it laughed in my face.) Hilito, 2014
Romeo’s “whining” captures that deep and desperate longing…that intuition that eros, worldly love, never seems to take you far enough and always ends in tragedy. No matter how good that love may feel, he knows he’ll end up heartbroken in some way or another. And yet he doesn’t give up. The song goes on. He doesn’t deny his heart’s cry for more. His music is a testament to the human’s heart unwillingess to accept the defeat of sadness. The more I listen to him, the more I feel free to let the flames of my longing to run rampant. And the more the flames grow, they reach higher and higher past the boundaries of this temporal existence, seeking He who transcends all earthly pleasures and goods. That’s where my other friend, St. John of the Cross comes into play.
John struggled not so much with heartbreak, but with physical brokenness…he spent a nice chunk of time locked in prison by his Carmelite conferes, being beaten and (on good days) starved. But it was while he was in prison that he began to experience the mystery of God’s intense and passionate love for him. This experience eventually materialized into some of the greatest mystical Christian poetry in all of history.
His poetry makes use of erotic imagery as a means to communicate John’s deep sense of intimacy and unity with Christ. He begins perhaps his most famous poem Noche Oscura by describing his longing. Notice how he juxtaposes the darkness and brightness of human longing:
One dark night/fired with love’s urgent longings/ah, the sheer grace!/I went out unseen/my house being now all stilled.
It’s as if the darkness propels him out of his house to seek the true Light, Christ, his Beloved. The poem closes with the image of the passionate embrace between the soul and Christ:
Upon my flowering breast/which I kept wholly for him alone/there he lay sleeping/and I caressing him/there in a breeze from the fanning cedars…I abandoned and forgot myself/laying my face on my Beloved/all things ceased/I went out from myself/leaving my cares/forgotten among the lilies.
He again juxtaposes the experience of longing and fulfillment in the Cantico Espiritual, which borrows heavily from the Song of Solomon:
Quench my troubles/For no one else can soothe them/And let my eyes behold You/For You are their light/And I will keep them for You alone/Reveal Your presence/And let the vision and Your beauty kill me/Behold the malady/Of love is incurable/Except in Your presence and before Your face.
Talk about being overdramatic! Don’t worry. The bride finally ends up with her Lover toward the last few stanzas:
There you will show me/That which my soul desired/And there You will give at once/O You, my life/hat which You gave me the other day./The breathing of the air/The song of the sweet nightingale/The grove and its beauty/In the serene night/With the flame that consumes/and gives no pains.
It was precisely his agony and longing for escape that fanned the flames of his desire for Christ, which eventually went on to inspire these deeply intimate and seemingly romantic images we find in his poetry.
This type of beauty and satisfaction about which John writes seems miles apart from the dissatisfaction of feeling lonely and rejected. But if embracing it is the key to getting to that point, then let’s turn on the ignition and get driving…and blast some Romeo until we get there.