you see?my dear,things that bring the greatest joy carry the greatest potential for loss and disappointment.
How Richard Brown's words elucidates us
"Sort of like black fire,I mean,Sort of light dark at the same time."
Aren't we all the "electrified jellyfish" in reality In terms of fighting all the ways up to career life and social status.
How ironic similar we are in a twinkling moment of life time that we stood in our room with a bit wooden smile and a void in heart, lapsed into reverie, wondering what to do next as if there was a flaw of blankness in our own heads.
Are we losing ourselves just in that split second? Or are we bearing too much memories and reins of foretime that the incoming new broom could not bearly squeeze in?
Virginia Woolf once said: One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
How pathetic we are that we only introspect and retrospect once our life became humdrum and monotonous.
You may say how ungrateful we are as stability and happiness are the ultimate pursuit of all mankind generally. But it gets exhausting, this constant goad to joy, this required satisfaction toward happiness that we gained.
Suppose we utimately gained happiness,stability and one successful career and family life as a routine just like these 3 heroine in the movie.
Now, like the dog that chased and finally caught the car, we got what we always want.we don't know what the hell to do with it. We feel vaguely dissatisfied though we have what we should want, vaguely guilty for wanting it and luckily got it, vaguely angry because it didn't come as we thought.
Art became more skeptical of happiness and we became more gloomy because modern times have seen such misery. The reason, in fact, may be just the opposite: there is too much damn happiness in the world today.
Heraclitus once said: It would not be better if things just happened to men as they wish.
As Richard jumped out of the window, these soft voices murmured from his timid somehow brave heart and that was all I can think of...
The history of it.
Who we once were.
Who we dreamt of.
Who we turned out to be.
To Look life in the face, always,
to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is,
at last to know it to love it for what it is,
and than, to put it away.
Remember that you will die, that everything ends, and that happiness comes not in denying this but in living with it.
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