I don't think this movie is anything special among all movies, but it's probably the one that I'll never forget, just because the past is so vivid. You are sixteen or seventeen, naive and stupid, in love with someone who doesn't deserve it. With him, you continue to be naive and stupid, without even knowing that you have lost your wings.
Then you hate him and you curse his life. So he continues to haunt you and haunt you. You live in his shadow. Those memories of wings and clouds are only very occasionally, like dreams, jumping in the deepest sleep. You may think you have avenged him. You vent your anger with innocent others. Everyone around you trembled, lest they touch your hurting anger.
You thought the hellish flames of vengeance had consumed his life. Then suddenly one day you found out that the person who was revenge and hurt was always only yourself. Who cares about that insignificant idiot, how many years have you lost for hating him? Over the years, you could have taken your wings back - but I finally, finally understand that if you fall in love with a hater, you have to wait for him to wake up. If you are a grudge, the only thing that can wake you up is love.
What a cheesy plot, love. "I will cast this curse because of true love, there is no such thing at all." Did I say this on any occasion? But true love doesn't fall from the sky. You meet someone and think you are interesting, you chat, date, eat, watch movies, that's not true love. Silently guarding, knowing each other, supporting, caring, more anxious than you in all details, sometimes trivial, sometimes fragile, unable to hide true concern while being annoying; unconditional support, understanding as best you can, forever Behind you to prevent you from falling, let you know that you have walked all the trails covered by Miscanthus, and waded all the creeks splashed with ice flowers, and you are not afraid, because there is always a home to go back to.
Relying on being loved, you single-mindedly take revenge on the person who is not worthy of revenge. Until you also fall in love with someone, then you will understand that your time, attention and feelings are wasted on some shit.
And so the self that has always been condemned, the self that has endured all the pain of losing its wings, is finally freed.
And what about the insignificant idiot? Stories always have an ending. I think that after regaining our freedom, we are so powerful that we don’t need to worry about the lives of ants. Although he hates him, it probably doesn't matter if he is dead or not.
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