It's not that I can't be loyal, follow the rules, be a 100% good father and husband, sometimes I even want to be him, and sometimes I feel so close to him. I'm just afraid that it's taking away the unpredictable moments, the unpredictable great joys beyond the worldly happiness.
A chance encounter, a short stay in a small town, two anonymous strangers, walking and talking indefinitely, sharing the moments of life with each other. Be completely true to yourself without being yourself. Together at the moment, go their separate ways tomorrow, only this moment and this night belong to them. Romance is unreal.
I liked the scene in the audition room, the peeking eyes crisscrossed each other, and the subtle feeling was really captured. Love that they pretend to call friends in the restaurant, with a little twisty confession, chic and moving. Like in the empty alley at dawn, he suddenly stood still and said that I want to take a picture of you, so that this scene can be engraved in my heart often recalled.
We can certainly say that to love someone is to do everything possible to be with him/her, to change plans, sacrifice freedom, and take responsibility for him/her. Yes. But all these are not love in themselves, but derivatives, appendages, ashes of love, to prove the intensity of love, the greatness of love. But mediocre people often put the cart before the horse, ashes often become the only way to prove love, and sacrifice becomes the measure of love. So we see that in reality, love often becomes an invasion of another person's life, occupying its own territory, leaving unique traces, and making its own existence indelible in entanglement. Love has become a complex and difficult emotion. I don't mean to disparage this, because no matter what we think, it's inevitable to some extent. But this is really not pure love. Love is indeed free and frank without being realistic or deliberate, even if it is short-lived, even if the parties themselves did not realize it at the time.
The purest kind of love is love that requires no sacrifice, no change, complete confession, and freedom to come and go. But they are also forever ephemeral and fleeting and exist only in the imagination.
Therefore, there is no deliberate sacrifice in order to fight against reality, and there are not even those disputes that do not belong to love in getting along due to differences in personality and cognition. During this day's wandering, I saw the beauty of purified love. It's so romantic, it's too beautiful to be true, but it's so touching because it once existed in the heart of every loved one.
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