The word "family" is too broad: it's narrowly meant to represent all of us related by blood, but it's broad enough to require us to care and love them unconditionally, even if sometimes we really can't be that "unconditional."
I really like Dolan because he's who I most want to be when I'm 20.
This movie is like a comedy. It is not depressing, but rather stimulating and too real. In the calm and exaggerated quarrel, the complex emotions are slowly entangled and merged into an irreversible undercurrent, hidden under the inexplicable shell, suffocating and becoming vulnerable frame by frame.
We can't help loving our own family. Because this is immoral, and because it is unbearable to do so. Family love requires us to give unconditionally, but sometimes it also compromises. Just like parents can abandon their children, they can choose to leave when they can’t bear it; but children must never disobey their parents, and they must not dislike or disrespect , do not love them.
But what if I really can't do it "unconditionally"? What if I really can't love, care, and take care of my family as my conscience demands? What if I can't be so loving and convince myself to do what I'm supposed to do?
The question is: do our parents really love us that much? Can they really give unconditionally? Where does their love come from? Are we already labeled as subordinate to our parents from the moment we are born? Is it this ownership that gives them a sense of responsibility?
- But will they really love us all the time? Even if we were the last person they wanted to see or be, even if we broke their hearts, would they still love us?
Just because we're family doesn't mean we have to be right for each other.
So what exactly is "love"? Where did it come from and why? Family affection is too elusive. In just two words, it has traveled through thousands of years, pressing down the heavy responsibilities of "should" and "must" on everyone. Sometimes, most people seem to be doing what they think they should do and like people they think they must like. - This sucks, because we can't escape, and this invisible responsibility weighs us down to the ground, until one day we suddenly realize: Why do I love? do i really love? Who do I love?
Until one day we forget to resist, forget our original intentions, forget our own thoughts, and forget all our preferences.
Until one day, love, affection, partner, family, all become so natural.
I don't want to love and live for granted.
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