The film itself is not much of a standout, the gypsy boy thief is a small climax of the film, and the rest is always endless walks, trivial chats and some scenery along the way. The characters of the four pilgrims were successfully portrayed, but they stopped there and did not see any sparks detonated during the period. In fact, I think it would be more interesting to go to the farmers to ask for bread and coffee if they described how they imitated the ancients.
Most of the people who like this film yearn for hiking, so the film itself has its own halo. And people like me, who are not interested in this kind of hiking, feel that what they do is essentially meaningless.
The film's most coincidental is to give the protagonist Tom a reason for a pilgrimage: to complete the pilgrimage on behalf of his son, and to scatter his ashes on the road signs along the way to complete his son's last wish. This reason is indeed very noble and credible. I thought of a documentary in Japan that said that my daughter was killed in a car accident, but the perpetrator was only sentenced to a few years in prison and then came out. When the father was depressed, he had to take his daughter's relics to go to temples all over Japan to burn incense and worship Buddha. Therefore, the pilgrimage of the protagonist is indeed of pure motives. The motives of the other three pilgrims are ridiculously mundane: determined to lose weight, to quit smoking, to find inspiration for writing... The real pilgrims are nowhere near noble, maybe just to complete a wish list goal. . The question is, what about after completing the pilgrimage?
The film tells us that nothing has changed. The fat man did not lose weight, and the smoker still smoked, but the writer gained a lot of writing material. The pilgrimage didn't solve the problem, but it had a placebo effect: anyway, I'm XXX, and it didn't work, so let's just accept the reality. The point is, when returning to reality, the bitter situation has not changed in the slightest, and what should be painful is still painful, even more so than before.
Last year, after working for three years, I resolutely quit my job as a securities analyst and went to the UK to study for a master's degree. The time in the UK was full and happy. I tried dishes from all over the world, went to Iceland, Spain, and cities in the UK, and also exercised and developed a good figure. But what about when you return home? I looked for a new job and found that financial jobs are still very difficult to find. One more master’s degree does not bring much workplace competitiveness, but there is a high probability of a salary cut.
However, going to the UK was the most regrettable decision I have ever made in my life because it has given me countless precious memories. I think the same is true for the pilgrimage: if you only use the pilgrimage to accomplish other purposes, then you will most likely be disappointed, and in the end you can only ask for self-consolation. I think the real and only purpose of going on a pilgrimage is one: because embarking on a journey is what you need, a calling from the heart. Success or failure, remembered or forgotten, it doesn't matter. Because mortals are all mortal, die sooner or later, death will eventually triumph, and there is no essential difference.
We have to work towards our goals, we have to pursue our dreams, of course, but the end goal is not to achieve the goal, or more than that. What if the goal was achieved? There will be another goal, you crawl and crawl, until one day, you can no longer pursue new things, and all your precious things are gone from you: your family and friends leave the world one by one, beautiful Your face is gone, your eyesight is degraded, even your memory is blurred, your guts are screaming, your head is dizzy, until it becomes difficult to breathe... That's when the meaning itself is not understood by reason , then you'll finally understand that maybe you're a little more comfortable than most, but all will die. All things are equal before death.
Therefore, the reason why we work hard, struggle, love and move is not to get anything, but because we give meaning to our life, because we want to write our life with our sweat and tears. Maybe we succeed, more likely we will fail, but is failure meaningless? No, it is not. The beauty of life lies in the burning itself, in that we face our destiny as a challenger. To do this is a victory in itself, our victory against the emptiness and regret of life. To continue to challenge, until the last moment of life.
Sadly, there is no such self-conscious pilgrim in the film, who takes the journey itself as its own responsibility. Maybe the son who died prematurely, maybe not (maybe just punch the card, perfect the experience) The famous saying of climbers is "Why climb? Because the mountain is there!" Free rock climbing, traversing the desert, etc.) for one reason: I love adventure more than my life.
Mortals are mortal, but the spirit and glory of adventurers live on.
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