THE NOTEBOOK
A love story within a love story.
A flashback to when everything was still simple and a lot of things that happen now are unacceptable. How difficult it would have been then, how many regrets are there then, on relationships that didn't pan out because of things that get in the way. The same things that these days do not get in the way anymore.
Many people look for pure love or a true love. After watching The Notebook I can firmly say that it is not the first crush or the one you marry that matters it is that first reciprocated love, that innocent first try of that tremendous fire that burns between two passionate souls. What could be more ardent than the eldritch of that lightning bolt of love for the first time in your life.
Fantastically written as a period movie that plays on dementia and Americana and young love and old love it is a beautiful movie. It was moving in the least and really touched a spark within that I have buried so long ago. I guess in the end it is the words of poets and writers that really breathe in the truth about life.
WE WERE TOGETHER, I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE REST...
Walt Whitman...
How trivial it seems these things that encompass us in our day to day lives, how we have forgotten to just love. We haven't. No, we haven't.
Its not that I have regrets, its that I have memories. Memories that just won't die. I don't know why they keep cropping every now and then, but I guess all I can do is accept that these things happen, that we fall in love and we get hurt and we hate and in the end we are left with that simmering hatred deep within us that is fanned every now and then into a blazing anger once again until it self extinguishes under the tears of anguish that fall. Because sometimes, that same memory that sparks those embers of hate also spark off the embers that lie beside the hate, the embers of that dead love, a supposed dead love. Love never dies.
A flashback to when everything was still simple and a lot of things that happen now are unacceptable. How difficult it would have been then, how many regrets are there then, on relationships that didn't pan out because of things that get in the way. The same things that these days do not get in the way anymore.
Many people look for pure love or a true love. After watching The Notebook I can firmly say that it is not the first crush or the one you marry that matters it is that first reciprocated love, that innocent first try of that tremendous fire that burns between two passionate souls. What could be more ardent than the eldritch of that lightning bolt of love for the first time in your life.
Fantastically written as a period movie that plays on dementia and Americana and young love and old love it is a beautiful movie. It was moving in the least and really touched a spark within that I have buried so long ago. I guess in the end it is the words of poets and writers that really breathe in the truth about life.
WE WERE TOGETHER, I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE REST...
Walt Whitman...
How trivial it seems these things that encompass us in our day to day lives, how we have forgotten to just love. We haven't. No, we haven't.
Its not that I have regrets, its that I have memories. Memories that just won't die. I don't know why they keep cropping every now and then, but I guess all I can do is accept that these things happen, that we fall in love and we get hurt and we hate and in the end we are left with that simmering hatred deep within us that is fanned every now and then into a blazing anger once again until it self extinguishes under the tears of anguish that fall. Because sometimes, that same memory that sparks those embers of hate also spark off the embers that lie beside the hate, the embers of that dead love, a supposed dead love. Love never dies.
posted by WalasTech at 1/02/2006 08:03:00 PM
