[...] Life was too evil to risk living again.
Tony, your whole post, as tpe pointed out, is provocative, and your last sentence stuck with me, forcing me to think deeply on its application to Ennis, and me.
As I have already expressed its application to Ennis, permit me to be slightly off topic and relate its application to me, and I will endeavor to bring the topic back.
That sentence was the epitome of how I felt, when Heath passed away so suddenly. It brought back all the feelings when my friend died suddenly 28 years ago, at the age of 21. Life was too evil to risk living, trusting, loving, hoping, building a future, with expectations and dreams. And reading the synopsis for Sophie's Choice, I realized also, she had the added burden of tremendous guilt. I don't pretend to understand it, because no parent should be made to choose as she did, and no one could possibly understand the anguish except a parent faced with that choice. Ennis, may or may not felt guilty over Earl's death. We don't know if he was friendly with the old men, if his father's or the murderer's motivation were to end their friendship. In any case, there is always some elements of "survivor's guilt" and in my case, I had it in abundance for a long time. To bring the discussion back to topic, I can see what you mean, that Ennis was the broken man who expected nothing from life, because he had nothing.
Mourning Heath also taught me something else. Mourning Heath, gave me the opportunity to learn from his life's lessons, from his example, that Ennis learned from Jack's Ma in Lightning Flat, that no matter how cruel and cold the world may be, the stud duck may be, always make the most of what I've got, show the warmth of my smile, and perhaps, if I am lucky, there'd be a Jack or Ennis. That's what Heath did all his life, never letting life's downturns get him down.
And so that's where I stand today, loving the man who gave me so much, and doing what I think is the only reasonable response, in a cold cruel world, where, as you said, in your last sentence, life was too evil to risk living again. There is no other choice, but to Dance. Sorry that I am mixing my metaphors and allegories or whatever the literary device this is.
Garth Brooks, the Dance:
Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance
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If you'd like to hear the song, in a Heath tribute video, just go to youtube, and search on the keywords:
"Heath tribute Garth Brooks the Dance"
It contains some paparazzi photos, so I won't add the direct link.