My first thought was:
It may be a movie made by the government to educate people on the implications of overstaying your visa.
Staying the holidays over an expired visa and not being able renew it easily later on would irk anyone off.
Then it jumped along the lines of:
Well, long distance relationships are well, hard to maintain. Even for family.
I still remember this one period of my life where I tried to catch hold of some of the people that I cared about but it was so difficult, due to different time zones and life schedules. I missed them loads until I started avoiding them. It hurt too much to think of them or hear their voice or even look at their pictures.Not that it helped. The action of avoiding that is. But at that time, it was all that I could do.
Upon watching the last scene, where they both reminisced their moments together, I went:
People are fragile. We think we know what we want. We live in the past, the beautiful past that can remain eternally wonderful because it cannot crack where it ceases to be so. We hang on tiny sewn seams to the little glimpses of hope, forgoing the weights of reality that can easily snap our threads. We use the favourite phrases of our parents :'Everything is going to be fine' whilst praying that circumstances remain the way they are, without realising that we change, ever so frequently.
Love embodies another person's development. It accepts that things change and understands that a tremendous amount of effort and dedication are required for it to be alive. My friends asked me the other day:' Do you believe in one true love or do you reckon that you can make it work with someone compatible?' And I told them that I did not know the answer to that question. My mother believes in fate. I only know, in my young age of life that love requires compromise and the willingness to give. What if your one true love does not love you? What happens to you then? Do you live life alone for the rest of your stay on the planet? That would be quite a sad scene.
People are fragile. We think we know what we want. We live in the past, the beautiful past that can remain eternally wonderful because it cannot crack where it ceases to be so. We hang on tiny sewn seams to the little glimpses of hope, forgoing the weights of reality that can easily snap our threads. We use the favourite phrases of our parents :'Everything is going to be fine' whilst praying that circumstances remain the way they are, without realising that we change, ever so frequently.
Love embodies another person's development. It accepts that things change and understands that a tremendous amount of effort and dedication are required for it to be alive. My friends asked me the other day:' Do you believe in one true love or do you reckon that you can make it work with someone compatible?' And I told them that I did not know the answer to that question. My mother believes in fate. I only know, in my young age of life that love requires compromise and the willingness to give. What if your one true love does not love you? What happens to you then? Do you live life alone for the rest of your stay on the planet? That would be quite a sad scene.
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