Death is the road to awe.
The title of this post isn't something I wrote myself. Actually, it's a line from a movie called The Fountain (imdb link). This is a movie from 2006, and it has very strong visual and story. I watched it twice already, but it wasn't enough to get me convinced that Hugh Jackman was the guy playing the main character, Tom.
In short, Tom can't get himself to understand that his wife is dying from some sort of brain tumor, and Tom plays the doctor-role: trying to save her, instead of being with her. The storyline is made from three different timelines, and it's a really compelling film, especially the part about the way that the maya civilization sees death.
My grandpa has been going in and out of ICUs for the last year or so. He's got a series of complications involving heart problems, lung problems, kidney problems and so on. He isn't gonna get better. I'm trying to be realistic here. If you'd asked me a year ago, I'd say he wouldn't be alive by now.
I was talking to my mother, and she was telling me she keeps trying to be healthy and strong, so that she won't be a burden to me when she's older. I never answer, because it feels silly of me to try and make her understand: she'll never be a burden. And there's no controlling the future. There's no getting ready. There's no way to live something in advance.
At most, we can be open to life. I'm not talking about my life only. My grandpa, for instance, isn't ready to die yet. He seems to be awaiting for something. I wish there was something I could do for him... show him books, films. But by now his eyes and his ears aren't all that good either. Our family wasn't ready to take care of him for so long, but he wasn't ready to die yet. Wish I knew what's holding him here.
In short, Tom can't get himself to understand that his wife is dying from some sort of brain tumor, and Tom plays the doctor-role: trying to save her, instead of being with her. The storyline is made from three different timelines, and it's a really compelling film, especially the part about the way that the maya civilization sees death.
My grandpa has been going in and out of ICUs for the last year or so. He's got a series of complications involving heart problems, lung problems, kidney problems and so on. He isn't gonna get better. I'm trying to be realistic here. If you'd asked me a year ago, I'd say he wouldn't be alive by now.
I was talking to my mother, and she was telling me she keeps trying to be healthy and strong, so that she won't be a burden to me when she's older. I never answer, because it feels silly of me to try and make her understand: she'll never be a burden. And there's no controlling the future. There's no getting ready. There's no way to live something in advance.
At most, we can be open to life. I'm not talking about my life only. My grandpa, for instance, isn't ready to die yet. He seems to be awaiting for something. I wish there was something I could do for him... show him books, films. But by now his eyes and his ears aren't all that good either. Our family wasn't ready to take care of him for so long, but he wasn't ready to die yet. Wish I knew what's holding him here.
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