Just finished watching Woody Allen's 'Another Woman'. Am presently sitting pretty, swelling with thoughts about life, marriage and relationships. For those who don't know Woody Allen (actor, writer and director), his movies often do this to its viewers. Some of his followers might think that he simply presents the same broth in different dishes but I would say that every time he brings in a different perspective to one situation. Each time he reinforces the fact that the knowledge of self is above any other of its kind.
Why does it become so difficult at times to confront your own feelings? One part of you so wants to break out of its silos while the other part forces you to subside your inner-most desires. However, the best part is after a decade of such a tumultuous happening in your life, it would comfortably hide in the back of your mind as a harmless faint memory, suddenly out of the dark, staring you straight in your eyes. It would then tickle your imagination, making you wonder how things would have been had you chosen the other way. You might end up regretting or appreciating your decision of the past, but the curiosity of the unknown consequence would never die within you.
Its amazing how we change in due course of time. Sometimes we might be staring at ourselves in the mirror for long, not able to recognize who we are. Appearance, thinking and action all undergo this change. Coming to think of it, there are times we become too adamant for a belief we might not hold for long. People take such drastic irreversible steps, like putting an end to their lives, without realizing the effervescence of their frame of mind. These are the times when being distant from self might work as it reduces the intensity of feelings.
There might be innumerable thoughts and feelings we not be able to share with anybody around or with ourselves. At the end of the day, what brings us peace is the realization that we are loved and needed. We live for this realization...
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but such things are best left to movies. we are all aware about the irrevocable nature of our words and deeds. there is no ctrl+z in our lives n we got to live with it. n perhaps thats the beauty of life.
once in a while a trip down the old annals of life is fine. but we got to decide where to halt n snap back to reality :)