It's been a while since we talked last time, hasn't it? Well, I guess this ain't gonna be a well received opening of a letter or an article of any kind that's meant to be read by people in such a time compressed world in which, unfortunately, we're living today. But that's OK, when I said we, I meant me and myself. I never would've started to ramble if it weren't for some beautiful yet sad moments that have been mentoring and inspiring me for the past few weeks. Suddenly I began to realize that as a self-aware intellectual creature, if anybody would agree with me on that, the amount of time I spend on reflecting on myself is just miserably insignificant and truth be told it feels horrible to come to such a place. I always thought that aging means being able to express my feelings with accurate combination of words at any time and the fact that I have total awareness of having them, but all things point to the contrary, now I rely on finding subtle resemblance between other people's emotions and mine just to understand myself better. So the next thing you know is me standing there looking at someone else's life and saying "I can't believe this is happening to me" while "this" is already in the past. That's right, that's how slow I am at the age of 22 and I've certainly made my peace with never been any slower before.
Last night was surprisingly great, in spite of falling asleep in front of some random comedies like I'd planned for a week, I made the commitment to finally watch The Time Traveler's Wife and before I knew it I was reaching out for tissues. I was almost completely and 100% lost in the story if it's not because I was subconsciously hating Eric Bana for making the lovely Rachel McAdams cry twice a minute. I think there are many lines and scenes in the film which indicate that this movie is about love and I believe now you know what I really meant by "slow". If there's one thing I can walk away with after jumped through their life is that love is bearing something unbearable for someone whose even slightest smile and breath could fill you with endless strength to carry on in worst of the worst. Sometimes love is pain, but that's what makes it beautiful because then you realize how important this person is and it's just worth whatever it takes. For the new found perspective of love and many other things, I truly appreciate this special friend of mine who has been restlessly recommending this movie to me. Honestly, I don't usually write and I'm kinda out of words too, so this is gonna be the perfect place where we call it a day, again, just me and myself.
PS: Randomness is good, so is being a little drunk.
Last night was surprisingly great, in spite of falling asleep in front of some random comedies like I'd planned for a week, I made the commitment to finally watch The Time Traveler's Wife and before I knew it I was reaching out for tissues. I was almost completely and 100% lost in the story if it's not because I was subconsciously hating Eric Bana for making the lovely Rachel McAdams cry twice a minute. I think there are many lines and scenes in the film which indicate that this movie is about love and I believe now you know what I really meant by "slow". If there's one thing I can walk away with after jumped through their life is that love is bearing something unbearable for someone whose even slightest smile and breath could fill you with endless strength to carry on in worst of the worst. Sometimes love is pain, but that's what makes it beautiful because then you realize how important this person is and it's just worth whatever it takes. For the new found perspective of love and many other things, I truly appreciate this special friend of mine who has been restlessly recommending this movie to me. Honestly, I don't usually write and I'm kinda out of words too, so this is gonna be the perfect place where we call it a day, again, just me and myself.
PS: Randomness is good, so is being a little drunk.
