brave for love

Stanford 2022-04-19 09:03:01

I remember a little story, a mother who hoped for her son to become a dragon, forced a little boy to bungee jump in order to exercise the courage of her child.
In fact, as a psychologist said, the premise of bravery should not be sacrifice, but a sense of security, and the premise of security is love.
I've been looking forward to "Jeans Summer 2" for a long time. When I watched the first one, I watched my own story flow so slowly, but those belonged to children and adolescence. The second story really allowed me to see the growth of the four girls and the change in myself.
As a child, we are always easy to be persistent, just like the four girls in the movie, we value this pair of jeans; but when we grow up, we must learn to accept loss, learn to forgive, learn to rely on our own self-confidence, and learn to face the process of life calmly.
Although the stories of these four girls are still beautified, we in our lives are not necessarily able to avoid the changes in personnel, the indifference brought about by time, and their narrow-minded exclusion. But we can have the same inside.
The smiles of the four girls bathing in the breeze on the Mediterranean Sea under the setting sun drew a naive cessation to the childhoods and teenagers of many girls. Even if my story is not so beautiful, I am brave because of this beautiful moving.

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  • Lyda 2022-03-27 09:01:21

    It's on the same level as the previous one, but the same things don't look as good as the first time

  • Shaun 2022-03-26 09:01:13

    It's weird to hear S being nicknamed B =. = empathy.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 quotes

  • Brian McBrian: You need to have a little faith, Tib. Not everyone you love is going to leave you.

  • [Last lines]

    Carmen Lowell: Sometimes I like to think that the pants got lost on purpose. That this was their final gift to us. Bringing us back together. Back to a place of forgiveness, and love, and in understanding that what we shared was all the magic we could ever need. And as we spent those last few moments of summer, looking out at the blending of sea and sky, I realized it was a color I knew very well. The softly faded, essential blue of a well worn pair of pants. The pants had brought us together again. The rest was in our hands.