It reminded me to breathe.
And I feel like I actually get what that means. To take a big breath, gulp down that air and fill up your lungs. Exhale all the stale pent up stuff and let it out. See everything like it's new- see it like it's the first time you've seen it. Or the last time you ever will.
This movie reminded that love is broader and bigger than can really be understood. It can not be confined. Not to one type of relationship or one person. Not to one method of expression, or even one simple feeling.
Love is when someone hugs you before they go. It's when someone sticks out a hand to help you out, or to help you up. It's when someone teaches you something you want to learn, or that you needed to know. It's when someone opens your eyes. It's when they take the time to wake you up, even if you're going to be cranky, rather than setting an alarm. It's when they make you breakfast or pack you lunch. It's when they listen to you ramble and when you cry. It's when they laugh with you. It's when they hold your hand. It's when they remind you to dream and to live. And mostly, it's when you return every single gesture with one or your own.
Love is so complex, because I'd bet it's very simple. I can't say for sure, because I'm not even one hundred per cent certain. But, it's the simple things that are hard to get because there isn't much to it and it's harder to learn. You find simplicity everywhere, in all the tiny things. Just like love. You might not even realize the amount of 'I love you's you get in a day. But with all that, you can't find text books on it or research materials.... actually, heck, you probably can. But it won't really count. You probably already have your own answer and it's hidden somewhere deep and obvious... you just haven't realized it. And that's what's tough. Looking for the answer we already have, because everything else will always look wrong in comparison.
11/12/09
Pace
Can you take this broken boy? And put the pieces back as one? Though he has all of his toys... He is never having fun.
Because it's not enough, now we're growing up, we are giving up, we are moving on.
(some lyrics - A Town Called Hypocrisy by Lost Prophets)
We're being pushed to move at a speed far beyond our capacity. We're breaking from the strain, and screaming out in pain.
But no one hears it. They turn away even though they feel it too, because in the end no one wants to acknowledge failure.
And there is this pressure to be perfect- beautiful, thin, popular, smart.
If you have to bend over backwards, so be it. But how flexible can one person be? Do you find out only once they have been broken?
You can dive into deep waters, or you can be pushed. In the end, you find a way to sink or swim.
Because it's not enough, now we're growing up, we are giving up, we are moving on.
(some lyrics - A Town Called Hypocrisy by Lost Prophets)
We're being pushed to move at a speed far beyond our capacity. We're breaking from the strain, and screaming out in pain.
But no one hears it. They turn away even though they feel it too, because in the end no one wants to acknowledge failure.
And there is this pressure to be perfect- beautiful, thin, popular, smart.
If you have to bend over backwards, so be it. But how flexible can one person be? Do you find out only once they have been broken?
You can dive into deep waters, or you can be pushed. In the end, you find a way to sink or swim.
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