In the plain camera narration, it seems that the clock of life is reaching the crisis of middle age.
Nothing that has meaning is easy.
Easy doesn't enter into grown-up life. Nothing that has meaning is easy
. There is no easy word in adult life.
Do you know that the harder thing to do and the right thing to do... are usually the same thing
?
This shit life... we must chuck some things.
We must chuck them... in this shit life.
There's always looking after. You have time
.
We have to throw them away, in this shit life.
There is always something to look after. You still have time.
l remember once...imagining what my life would be like, what l'd be like.
l pictured having all these qualities. Strong, positive qualities...that people could pick up on from across a room.
But as time passed...few ever became any qualities l actually had.
And all the possibilities l faced, and the sorts of people l could be...all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer...
until finally they got reduced to one...to who l am.
And that's who l am...the weatherman.
I remember before...I imagined what my life would be like, what I would be like.
I imagine myself having all these qualities, good qualities... qualities that make one excel.
But as the years went by, I got almost none of those qualities.
And the various possibilities I faced at the beginning, and the various people I could become, etc. . . It's also decreasing year after year...
In the end, there's only one type left... that's who I am now.
That's who I am now... Mr. Weather.
Is it okay to let the midlife crisis come later, and then later?
Hehe, maybe, the deep meaning of the director, we are not destined to understand until we have not been trampled and ravaged by life.
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