Tomorrow is not for regret.

Christiana 2022-04-19 09:02:44

Not knowing how to love is our common problem. Do not understand life, until the end understand the meaning of one day, the meaning of eternity, tomorrow? what is tomorrow One more day than forever, and that is a day that will never be reached. Today is what we can grasp.

If today is the last day for you and me, 100% is unwilling, there is too much love that has not been expressed, too many things have not been done, and too many regrets have not been made up, we often say: start tomorrow. . . Have you ever thought that for you and me today, talking about tomorrow is meaningless. Tomorrow is not for you to regret, every day may be the last day.


"I'm planning my tomorrow," Alexander said.

Anna just smiled.

"How long will it last tomorrow?" Alexander asked.

"One more day than eternity." Anna answered

about time, about possession, in the busy life of busy work, how many minutes do you and I have to think? A few minutes of deep worry and tears?

Thanks to the great directors and great actors, they not only brought us a movie, beautiful pictures, beautiful poems, touching music, they brought me: heartfelt tears, a cry of self-reflection, maybe a different life.

After watching this movie, with tears on my face, I ran into the study and said to someone who was happily playing StarCraft: I want to resign.

Someone asked: why?

I said "Life is not like this."

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a The heartfelt smile bloomed on my face after the old man and the child got into the car. Long time no see, sincerely smile. At that moment, so peaceful, so happy, two lonely and helpless people ride a train, it seems that time has frozen, like sitting in a time tunnel, there are young people holding team flags, and there are awkward students Couples, young artists improvising, poets.

When the artist plays music, the old man and the child are attentive, the young man and the flight attendant are completely indifferent, as always, before a piece of music, before a work of art, before a philosophical question, human beings are always divided into two categories: Indifferent or deeply attracted.

I always want a lot, security, career, status, wealth, health, family, friendship, love, freedom, recognition.

But everything seems to contradict each other. When we work overtime, we all ignore our health. When we pursue freedom, we temporarily neglect our relatives. I was strangely getting more and more insecure.

How do you live your life so that you can end each day with no regrets and no fears?

A movie that can bring us this kind of thinking can be called a masterpiece, an epic.

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want the mp3 of the music in it , forgot to share, thank you!

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Extended Reading
  • Rozella 2022-03-18 09:01:06

    The recollection and cherishment of life, the perseverance and persistence of life, the confusion and discovery of love, the persistence and pursuit of poetry, and the longing and extravagant hope for tomorrow. Under the lens is the poetry of fog, the poignant sea and the road, extending into the invisible distance. Old man and child, can you stay with me? You have two hours to leave, but you still have tomorrow, and I only have tonight. How long will it last tomorrow, one more day than forever.

  • Freddy 2022-03-27 09:01:19

    If it weren't for the sudden stagnation of water, such a poetic film that needs to get rid of distracting thoughts and concentrate on immersion, I should not have easily opened it. Thick melancholy dyes every frame of the picture, and almost every shot is a masterpiece of photography. The misty fog, the dull sky, the chilling snow, the lost soul wanderer... An Zhe turns the light back into the illusion Into a long poem, through the most throbbing call of the long life trace, sings in a low voice amid the passing of light and shadow, lighting the lonely candle of farewell to this eternal life - "Alexander!"

Eternity and a Day quotes

  • Alexandre: Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile. Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love?

  • Alexandre: My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.