Can we talk about this when I get back from Alaska? · 10/08/2008 05:16 pm by Bron
God, the tears in that old man’s eyes as he anticipates that farewell are heartbreaking. Such a beautiful shot. (An ocean. A desert). The beauty and the loneliness in his eyes is heartbreaking.
I’m torn by this film. By this one boy’s philosophy. His life choices. He says we place too much importance on the relationships between people, and maybe that is true. It’s bitterly true of myself. Having meaningful relationships is so important to me. Despite how I seem to shred them to pieces. How often those values are not reflected by others. I live with this growing, pulsing realisation of all that I face alone. And in realisation, perhaps I make myself an unattractive aly. A philosophy that must do me no favours.
“Happiness in not real unless shared.” I wouldn’t say I agree with that completely- experiencing something entirely alone can be an amazing thing. And that moment’s reality does not depend on others possessing knowledge of its existence. But there’s a world of happiness in sharing of your life, and being taken in and overlapped by the lives of others.
I do not believe in promises. I only have cause for suspicion. I am a tough critic when it comes to friendships- often before I even know it, all has been abandoned. But let’s talk about that when I get back from Alaska.
