My roommate and I just finished watching About a boy. it is not unusual for me to cry at the end of movies or at parts that have a resounding moment of relationships uniting or a person feeling like they matter for the first time. But, I just finished the movie and tears from the bottom of my gut continued to pour out while Rach and I discussed why. I realized that kids who have parents who are depressed and suicidal have a lot to carry on their shoulders. I realized that if a kid has parents who are unable to be there for them emotionally or provide for them in financial ways that will upgrade their fashion sense, that life that can be really hard. I realized that the best part of life is that time keeps going. Slowly some days, too fast others. But the point is that if you are depressed or have found yourself in a place that you feel you can never get out of, i would ask for you to hold on. to wait. to consider that the pain that you feel may, in fact someday, go away, if only for a moment. because someday down the road there may be another moment. and then, perhaps, another.
If you do happen to consider yourself an island - as the infamous Will in About a Boy does - then you may be an island. but at the end of the day, islands are beautiful, full of plush, green trees, sand, water that laps up onto the shore, sun that shines only on it. An island may look beautiful on the outside and full of life. But an island is alone. And no man was meant to be alone.
So if the chips are down...and they will be if they are not right now. go find someone. you don't even have to say a word. The mere presence of two or more people leave greater opportunity for new life to occur.
We're gonna watch Hotel Rwanda now. I'm sure i'll have nothing to say afterwards.
until next time.
xoxo.
