Andy: You need it so you don't forget...Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy: Hope.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy: Hope.
- The Shawshank Redemption
Times when I am blue and lost, it’s stumbling upon quotes like these that temporarily erase the creases from my forehead. The thought that somebody could have really said something so beautiful to someone makes me want to weep. Yes, movies are deceiving like that yet, we all love them.
Back from an unexpectedly lovely and pleasant weekend away from the city, I remained love drunk for an entire day before waking up to the realization that the good times were over. Yes, the bitter sweet feelings are back and they are making me speculate at the fragility of emotions that we experience time and again. I ask myself if it was time we stopped caring; if happiness can ever be shared. I wonder if anything is ever worth it.
And I wonder even though I know that if not for these sensitivities, I would cease to be me anymore.
Confused and all at sea, it’s now that I wish my life was a movie and there was a screenplay writer who knew exactly which character to introduce and what dialogue to insert and play next.
If so, I would have probably heard Andy saying, “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
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