FRAGMENT
[...] The ashes have grown cold, and now you warm your hopes up against another fire, while I am devoured by the frost that perfects my isolation. I do not regret that, in my fleeting arrogance, I believed your light could be my destiny — I burned brightly and fast, we burned beautifully, but the memory of us is no longer of any use to me. Today, it is nothing more than a simple, aching commemoration of the flame that could have birthed a new Sun. [...]
"Why do you want to kill yourself sometimes?"
"I want to kill myself when I think I'm the only person in the world
and that part of me that feels that way is trapped inside this body
that only bumps into other bodies
without connecting to another person in the world trapped inside of them."
Life's so shit at the moment that I have to watch three movies a day again.
But this little one brought me so much joy today.
— Frankie and Johnny (1991), by Garry Marshall
Do not wish for a shortcut towards your goals because, if you're a person of integrity, you will detest yourself for taking it in the end.
The shortcut deprives you of the chance to prove yourself you could do it.
END
The end. It marks the end of a movie with the certainty of death. The end of a song is more subtle, hidden in the last echo, fading away slowly — but just as inevitable. You console yourself with the gift of a replay. And. You change a letter and your whole experience changes with it. Anguish turns into relief. But you know it's temporary. In life, you first learn it is inescapable. And then you learn it is unknown. You get no redo. And even if you did, it wouldn't be the same — how many times have you wanted to erase a memory, just to experience it for the first time again? How many times have you daydreamed about going back into the past with the wisdom you now possess? How many times have you wished impossible wasn't real? Its realness is the last lesson you learn. After bleeding your heart out against it you're left with no choice but to capitulate. And your best bet is to look forward to the future. To lift your head towards the sun in spite of the burden of memory that weighs it down. That's what everybody tells you. But that is a lesson you haven't learned yet. And you doubt you ever will.
« At the time, I felt like a dangerous tiger with an arrow stuck in its flesh, which kept cautiously circling all the fearful people until it found someone who would release it from its pain. Until one person realized that a wounded tiger is no more dangerous than a child. And who, going over to the wild beast, unafraid to touch it, carefully removed the arrow. »
You are not mature enough until you understand the weight of your own words.
Because change can go either way:
You can save the world, make it better, or you can hurt and bring about misery.
« My only regret, Anna — but is it only one? — is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there. »
— Eternity and a Day (1998), by Theo Angelopoulos
« Why, mother, nothing happens as we wish? Why? Why does one have to rot in silence torn between pain and desire? Why did I live my life in exile. Tell me mother, why can't one learn to love? »
« My only regret, Anna — but is it only one? — is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there. »
— Eternity and a Day (1998), by Theo Angelopoulos