The film footage is interspersed in pieces, repeatedly showing people's laughter, eyes, sadness, and eating. They are all personal pursuits, explorations, introversion, and loneliness, but they are like vines silently crawling through the open window of the heart, covering them quietly, casting a dark green shadow deep in the heart. Perhaps the trivial and small individualized feelings have this kind of power that slowly penetrates more than the creeds of popular beliefs. Individualized things pay attention to the upward flow of air in the deep inner gully of the moment. It collides with randomness, but also Wet clean. The belief of the public is often more like an explanation, a kind of maintenance. People believe in it because they need it to cover the gap, and they need it to explain the operation of the world and their own behavior. Universal belief is a necessity, people want, but don't necessarily really desire, or deeply identify with, it's just a need to keep life going. Personalized emotions and statements are more likely to evoke universal echoes.
Gay father finally came out in his 70s when his mother died, only to find out he had cancer. He has been depressed since he was a child, watching his father fall in love with young men, partying together, dancing together, and participating in various activities to support homosexuality; watching his late father tell the people around him that he is getting better; watching his father buy A large number of books, clothes, potted plants, hired a secretary to help him organize various materials, texts, and photos over the years. The picture passed by, and he repeatedly asked his father, "Why...", why didn't he tell his boyfriend that he had cancer, why he bought so many things, why he told others that he was getting better, and why he refused to admit his disease. His father just smiled and talked about him.
After his father left, he lived alone in the deserted house, led the deserted dog, and was deserted and silent himself, working, going home, working, going home, no parties, no chatting, just constant I remember everything about my father. Until he met her and saw his funny disguised woman in the carnival crowd at a glance, she didn't speak, she was direct but tactful, her eyes moved flexibly, and she knew people's hearts. They spend time together, talking to each other, getting to know each other. She began to be afraid, he had lost too much, and he couldn't make up for it; he began to feel distressed, this woman who always behaved awkwardly and was good at smiling also had the darkness she endured alone. In the end, they still depended on each other, and he began to understand his father, knowing how important it was for him to be his true self at the end of his life and to have the love that he truly yearned for in his heart. They all began to know how to accept the truth.
This real pain is also humble, but apart from this painful body, and this humble humanity, what else can I use to love each other? Love is analysis, it wants people to see the disease, festering, falsehood, and obscurity that are hidden under the shell recognized by the world. It exposes these things bit by bit through the accumulation of time, and people realize how much of a relationship is actually their own. hallucinations. But love is far more than that. It is the kind of forgiveness after dissection, sympathy, people finally begin to learn, even if they feel angry and disappointed because of the vulnerability of human nature, they no longer want to forcibly reverse it. To stimulate this natural wound. People began to know how to treat those who are full of loopholes and began to maintain them. It is not easy to know that he, or she, is the same as himself. It can be seen that love is an innate emotion, but not an innate ability. To truly be able to love, one needs to be able to perceive what is real, to not hold falsehood, and to abandon illusions; it also requires powerful forgiveness, understanding and compassion to continue and maintain.
Beginners, translated as "Beginners" in Chinese, has something to do with my understanding secretly. The male protagonist in it, who is in his thirties, has only begun to gradually learn how to love, how to love and bear the truth. Instead of struggling with your own hallucinations, start accumulating and building together.
In the plot, the dialogue between the rabbit and the horse in "The Velveteen Rabbit" is quoted for a long time. Although the pain, but still have to choose the truth. Once true, there is no ugliness, only people who don't understand.
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