But I really feel lucky. At least, my normal life, my life that was gifted to enjoy, can pass time in a predetermined direction, so it is possible to be reunited in the traditional sense. And you, who exchanged body temperature and breathing by my side, responded to smiles when I smiled, and wiped my tears when I was crying, you are also following the normal trajectory, from young to not so young until gradually old. Go on the road. So at least, we have the possibility to grow old together, have the possibility to share all of our lives from now on, we have the possibility of constantly arguing, creating all kinds of entanglements, encountering a middle-aged crisis together, and then successively erupting menopausal syndrome, which disturbs each other's life from now on. There is the possibility of chaos, and there is also the possibility of working hard together to raise children, support the elderly, chai rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea for a lifetime until the gray hair can help each other to go to the supermarket to buy groceries.
But Daisy and Benjamin didn't have the right to stay together in each other's lives. They can only devote themselves to each other's love in the golden age of the few years when their minds and bodies are matched with each other. In the rest of the time, it is better to miss each other than to see each other. There is only embarrassment and regret when meeting each other. In the early years, the old and cautious were not the young and frivolous, and in the later years, the green hills could not be kept, and the setting sun was gradually far away. The re-encounter between the aging Daisy and the young and tender Benjamin, the scene of the two faces intersecting, the retrograde of time and the paradox of time have been sharp to a cruel degree. Life is over for the most part, and who is the love of a lifetime has long been clearly understood, but the souls are so nostalgic for each other, but the body is gradually drifting away. Obviously there is the strongest desire to protect the other party, but he just can't give any real warmth in most of the other's life.
It's really cruel, isn't it. And their two best years were spent in the knowledge of this inescapable cruel fate. This time-limited happy time is as sweet as cruel, isn't it.
I watched them go sailing, rippling on the sparkling waves, and the sun shining shadows on their smiles. I watched them lying on the shore, there was a romantic tranquility in the night. I watched them clinging to each other on the motorcycle, their hair fluttering in the wind. I watched them move into a new home aside from everything. The simple furniture was laid directly on the mattress on the floor, and the sweetness that was about to overflow was the most luxurious decoration of this small nest. Then I watched them start to become anxious as the years were pulling in the opposite direction. Then I watched Benjamin leave gently in a bleak early morning, Daisy's broken face behind him, with so many words in his expression but finally unable to say a word.
Benjamin's wandering career without any news is buried deep in the thick diary. The vicissitudes of life wandering around in the rivers of the Indian plateau, with a handsome face of a young man, wrote down the deep feelings that there is nowhere to complain. The wish that he could not realize the father of his own daughter and grow old with his wife and daughter, condensed into those few birthday messages, is the most painful love beyond the distance that can never be reached in time.
I burst into tears. I cried so hard I could hardly control myself. I know that the American old man sitting next to me is also wiping tears. Does he also think that he can celebrate every birthday to his daughter at home like himself, and tell his wife personally on an anniversary that occasionally reminds me of It is a blessing to say that I love you.
And you, when you noticed that I was crying and stroking my back and trying to comfort me, could you understand that I just felt so lucky to hold the life in front of you with you, and believe that we will be with each other from now on Possibility; thus, when thinking of such heavy and powerless propositions about destiny, such as birth, old age, sickness and death, I have a little more calmness and courage to face directly. Just because of the belief that you exist, I have so much strong confidence.
I agree with Benjamin very much. Life is a magnificent gift, whether it is a positive or a reversal, whether it experiences joy or sorrow, it is great. It takes you through different places, experiences different times, meets different people, and discovers different selves. It is full of chance and often a little bit sad. It gives you glory and frustration. It makes you love many people and takes away many people you love. It goes in one direction and cannot go backwards.
It gives you many opportunities to grasp those who are worth cherishing. It gives you a lot of tests in those moments when you feel happy. It gives you a lot of time for you to think about some important issues. It gives you a lot of confusion and requires you to find the answer. Regarding this arrogant life, we can only try to live so that we have less regrets. For example, spend a few more days beside your elderly parents; for example, be more serious and harder when you love; for example, try some dreams and challenges when you are young; for example, if you love to dance, spin a few more times and write Smear a few more poems. In this way, it may be possible to be less unwilling when struck by lightning or being hit by a car or all kinds of unexpected natural and man-made disasters. And if someone can remember each other and share life with you, how lucky it is.
I think one thing is important to me. I have a life, you have a life. After watching this two-hour and forty-minute movie now holding hands, there is still another fifty to sixty years to unfold in the future. You really have to guard it well so that you can live up to this life that has never been old and can walk shoulder to shoulder.
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