Sunday, September 18, 2005
` Sunday, September 18, 2005
An uneasy, prolonged silence had crept into the theatre hall. Towards the end of the film, an elderly man was weeping unrestrained in the arms of a stranger he had just met. The pain from having to live without his significant other who had passed on didn't get to him, until he saw for himself the courage and strength of the very person that he was seeking solace in. Fighting back the tearducts, the lights came on and the crowd quickly filtered out of the cinema.
The aftermath effect of watching Eric Khoo's Be With Me hit home a message that my daily mental 'battles' with nondescript issues seemed a trifle too meaningless. The protagonist, who had lost both her senses of hearing and sight since young, managed to lead a fulfilling life learning a new language, traversing the globe and offering her unique experiences to the younger ones who had to soldier on with the same physical limitations. It was the personal triumph of mind over matter in reality that had affected me deeply.
Perhaps I do really need a fresh perspective of how to live life to the fullest. In the meantime, I'll endeavour to stop for some precious moments and to smell the roses I have unknowingly gathered over the years.