In the past, for me, getting married after a certain level of love was a logical thing to do. It seems that all good love must develop into marriage before it can be considered as a complete merit. But the older I get, the more I understand that love and marriage are so different. Whether it is through the examples around them or various film and television works, modern people seem to be more willing to draw a clear line between love and marriage at all times. , you won't have a chance until later. So I don't know since when, love and marriage have long been differentiated into two completely different concepts in my mind. The two are like fish and bear's paw, and they can never have both. When we are young, we must enjoy the sweetness of love. When we are old, we should find someone with similar conditions to live a solid life. Anyway, love will turn into family sooner or later. Avoid it at all. That's one of the hallmarks of brutal maturity, I suppose.
I don't know why, in the film, I see some shadows of myself in the sloppy and sloppy male protagonist who is always unreasonable and small-bellied; but for the female protagonist, there is an indescribable sympathy, and she is always gone. Make up for the bad consequences of your youth. This is really a delicate feeling. I have long heard that marriage is the grave of love, but I never thought that it could sully love so much. Maybe the angle of the film is a bit extreme, but it does explain some problems. When two people with different levels live together, there will inevitably be various frictions, whether it is ideology, lifestyle, or educating children... The male protagonist is always stained with paint, and he teaches his daughter to be like a dog. Putting breakfast on the table and licking it, he did it regardless of the situation that his wife had to go to work the next day. deserve a better life, so it is doomed to end with the two parting ways. The heroine said it very well. She doesn't want her child to grow up in a family where parents are always fighting. This is far more terrifying than letting a child grow up in a single-parent family. Indeed, even from an outsider's point of view, these days Really can't get through.
Reflecting on my love life, I also used to get angry over small things, and used various emotions to "force" my girlfriend to do things that she was not particularly willing to do at the time. I even ignored her friends and hers for my own sake. Friendship...communication seems to be the main issue, but what we really lack the most is a common sense of a way of life, in love life, I do sometimes get too selfish and dictatorial, and before I know it, I become the jerk Dean in the film , regardless of the feelings of others, you have to be comfortable. It was only today that I learned that if you don’t want to harvest Blue Valentine’s Day, you should put yourself in other people’s shoes and restrain your emotions. Only by relying on each other and understanding each other are the necessary conditions for living together.
Of course, what I should realize most is the inextricable connection between love and marriage, the two seem so close, yet so far away. Sometimes I think about it, marriage is really like a butchering knife, it can kill love without leaving a piece of it, but it reminds me on the side whether it is at its peak when it comes to love that is beautiful but has no future in sight. Is it a wise choice to stop in time? This will at least not ruin the good memories of the next few decades... Gaining is not necessarily happier than losing. Every choice has its own unique charm and courage, doesn't it?
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