When I finished "Stuck in Love", as the camera panned every character, I felt as if I knew them. Like I was sitting there right across the table from them. The sign of something extraordinary in a movie is the undeniable feeling that you didn't just watch a movie, but you just experienced it. You were just in the midst of it, not stuck on the other side of the computer screen. The magnificent thing about the movie was it made me happy. It was full of drama and sorts of real life issues. And the way they experienced those tough things and stuck together and moved on and just lived, it was something to admire. The deep heart wrenching way that writers look at the world is awe inspiring. There's this deep pain that drives them through life and helps them better understand everything they experience. They don't see life on a filter, they see the raw emptiness, the hurt, the struggles, the lies, and the tears of life. They breathe it all in and then they just go on living. Sometimes they dwell in the feelings of it all, but eventually they just write it all down and move past it. They use those hard, strong feelings, and produce something lyrical and something meaningful out of it.
I wouldn't say I've experienced anything as hard as the characters in this movie. I do however feel like I've experienced my own amount of rough, painful feelings. Moments in my life where I look back and cringe, they reopen painful wounds of my worst mistakes. I know that I have moved past these feelings. They have shaped who I am today, that's undeniable. It really sucks, it does, but that was who I was. I did choose those things. They were part of my life. At one point in time I thought that throwing away everything in that moment was worth it. I would disagree now, but that's not how life works. Life is this big mess. There are moments of complete and utter joy, and complete worthlessness. There were and will be moments when you can do nothing but cry. Your family is exactly who they are, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you deserve a different one. They are who they truly are. And you are exactly who you are. No matter how much you convince yourself you're better, or different. You may have the potential to be those things you strive for, but in this exact moment, you are that version of yourself.
Everyone has their own problems, their own disappointments and their own pain. And every single person has the utmost right to feel exactly the way they feel. Comparing your life to anyone else's doesn't make your pain go away, it just makes you forget the feelings that are completely legitimate. Some people could say that rich kids who are ungrateful should see how lucky they are. But that's bull. Everyone has their own level of pain and disappointment and sadness. And everyone's level is okay. Everyone's level is true. Everyone has different pain and they have just as much of a right to be angry, to be sad. We should differentiate one person's pain as a "real issue" and undermine the value of someone else's pain because society claims their problems aren't "real problems". Every problem is a real problem to the person they concern.
The only thing I can really do is just live. I can just live and take every moment as it comes and attempt to react out the purest, most honest part of me. That is the only true way to live. To just jump out into this scary world and just react to what I'm given exactly the way only I can react.
I could hear our hearts beating.
I wouldn't say I've experienced anything as hard as the characters in this movie. I do however feel like I've experienced my own amount of rough, painful feelings. Moments in my life where I look back and cringe, they reopen painful wounds of my worst mistakes. I know that I have moved past these feelings. They have shaped who I am today, that's undeniable. It really sucks, it does, but that was who I was. I did choose those things. They were part of my life. At one point in time I thought that throwing away everything in that moment was worth it. I would disagree now, but that's not how life works. Life is this big mess. There are moments of complete and utter joy, and complete worthlessness. There were and will be moments when you can do nothing but cry. Your family is exactly who they are, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you deserve a different one. They are who they truly are. And you are exactly who you are. No matter how much you convince yourself you're better, or different. You may have the potential to be those things you strive for, but in this exact moment, you are that version of yourself.
Everyone has their own problems, their own disappointments and their own pain. And every single person has the utmost right to feel exactly the way they feel. Comparing your life to anyone else's doesn't make your pain go away, it just makes you forget the feelings that are completely legitimate. Some people could say that rich kids who are ungrateful should see how lucky they are. But that's bull. Everyone has their own level of pain and disappointment and sadness. And everyone's level is okay. Everyone's level is true. Everyone has different pain and they have just as much of a right to be angry, to be sad. We should differentiate one person's pain as a "real issue" and undermine the value of someone else's pain because society claims their problems aren't "real problems". Every problem is a real problem to the person they concern.
The only thing I can really do is just live. I can just live and take every moment as it comes and attempt to react out the purest, most honest part of me. That is the only true way to live. To just jump out into this scary world and just react to what I'm given exactly the way only I can react.
I could hear our hearts beating.