Monday, February 27, 2012

I watched the saddest movie I had ever watched yesterday. Felt like crying during those tear-jerking scenes but i didn't, I just sniffed and watched with a sad face.
In case you're wondering what movie it was, I watched Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close.
It was about a boy named Oscar with Asperger syndrome and his journey of accepting the death of his father whom had died falling to his death during the 9-11 world trade center collapse.

The events that unfold after his father's death; of Oscar pursuing his quest for an answer to his death and to extend memories of him really touched me. I'm reminded of how we sometimes persevere so much to have a glimmer of hope.
The frustration and anger he experienced, especially the scene where he recounted his journey to the Renter, was also somehow felt by me, myself.
In the end, Oscar has to accept the reality of his father's death and it was a somewhat bittersweet ending.



The movie also somehow reminded me of my late Grandma, passed away a few years ago.
I was reminded of how i could not come to terms with her death and how i regretted not spending more time with her. I was depressed then, for about a week or so, shedding an odd tear when i thought of her. Eventually I came to terms with it, that "Death is but another stage of a human life" and although Grandma is gone, she'll always be remembered by her loved ones.
Hmm...this reminds me of a quote in one of Mitch Albom's books:
When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.


I can't forget this painful feeling, of losing someone close.



Okay, here's a gem from Reddit. I thought it might be meaningful to blog this down.
By GenericOnlineName:

Sometimes a simple mind can be the greatest pleasure.

Sometimes I would rather just not face the harsh realities of the world and just have simple thoughts gracing my minds. Being able to go through a whole day with the only worry is that I won't be able to eat a fourth time during the day, and being able to focus on simple pleasures such as sleeping, playing and eating.

Who knows-- maybe these animals we see as dumb could be the exact opposite. Maybe we're the dumb ones?



Sometimes I may think of myself as an animal, with no feelings, being only able to think about simple thoughts. Would it be better? I don't have to feel hurt or loneliness, disgust or hatred.

It must be wonderful being able to live each day in perfect ignorance.

Then again, I won't feel happiness or pride, empathy or affection.

To be human is to feel. To feel

Affection

Anger

Angst

Anguish

Annoyance

Anxiety

Apathy

Arousal

Awe

Boldness

Boredom

Contempt

Contentment

Curiosity

Depression

Desire

Despair

Disappointment

Disgust

Dread

Ecstasy

Embarrassment

Envy

Euphoria

Excitement

Fear

Fearlessness

Frustration

Gratitude

Grief

Guilt

Happiness

Hatred

Hope

Horror

Hostility

Hurt

Hysteria

Indifference

Interest

Jealousy

Joy

Loathing

Loneliness

Love

Lust

Misery

Panic

Passion

Pity

Pleasure

Pride

Rage

Regret

Remorse

Sadness

Satisfaction

Shame

Shock

Shyness

Sorrow

Suffering

Surprise

Terror

Wonder

Worry

Zeal

Zest


All this feelings. We feel them because we are human. I don't think I could ever wish myself hard enough to be an animal.
Everyday is unique for me, because I am human, and i treasure this very much.







signing off.

Call Of The Wild at 8:45 PM