After Forcing myself out again tonight I took to watching a film called melancholia.
Fitting in it's title and easily relatable.
Part one Justine : a wedding the bride wasn't happy, she wanted the wedding to please everyone but herself. In the end pleasing no one and losing everything.
This planet melancholia is approaching earth and going to destroy it. Fitting metaphor for that critically depressive point, where nothing matters, and everything hurts... Where there is no where to hide and nothing is going to save u...
Part two: Claire
The loving sister who cares for Juliette through her "I'm unable to bathe stage... " and we have all been there.
The planet passes and relief comes then returns .. Dances toward the earth in this hypnotic dance... Like a car crash unable to stop and unable to
Turn away....
If you take it as a metaphor an illustration if you will of depression n sadness. You see it comming but it hypnotizes u... And what's more fun then to watch a girls self destruction right... I am still mulling over the metaphors in awe of it's accuracy.
You see the one (husband of Claire) who puts in faith in science as if it will save him. An absolute: nothing can be false in science... When his beliefs prove faulty he crumbles n commits suicide.. A common affliction among us I know..
Then Claire who was so put together, living caring for her ill sister.. It is as if Claire wakes up when her death is approaching and she fights hysterically until her last moment realizing she will lose everything... And cries...
And Justine who knows she has nothing left to lose has the most strength in the end. She has seen death n this life is no use to her. She accepts her fate.. Is strong
I metaphor for life it seems... We know I have seen death, know it's value. There is nothing I can believe in more then my own experience .. My own beliefs and in the end when you have nothing to lose you are the strongest you will ever be...
Fear nothing ... Life should be lived in each moment... Each experience ..
Melancholia will come .. What will u do then?
Melancolia comes, and I can now greet it with respect and not fear the phantom. Be strong dear friend.
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