Give up everything to be true to yourself, under this lonely hero label, who do you think of first?
Probably many people's answers are like the original me: Charles in The Moon and Sixpence. He chased his dreams all the way, loyal to his paintings, and was metaphorically watching the moonlight, while our lives, which he left behind, became ordinary sixpence.
Is it just to dream?
Have you ever wondered what life would be like if Charles and his wife were upside down, it was the wife who had the dream, and it was he who was abandoned?
Over the years, I've watched a movie starring Julia Roberts called Food, Prayer and Love. The film is based on the novel of the same name. However, before that, it also had a name called "A Lifetime of Girls". I prefer the previous one.
In this story, the runaway, in search of the true meaning of life, loyal to himself, becomes a woman (without children)...
The protagonist is named Liz and is a travel writer. During a trip to Indonesia, inspired by the witch doctor, she returned to the United States, determined to end the bland and tedious marriage that had made her depressed for a long time, and began her self-search journey with three air tickets.
Speaking of these three tickets, I think I have to mention the joke she remembered as she stood at the head of the city of Rome, a believer who always prayed to the idol, "Dear God! Please, please! Please bless me for winning the lottery! One day, the idol was so overwhelmed by his prayer that the apparition said to him, "My dear people, beg you to buy a lottery ticket first!" ”
Many people have dreams and are dissatisfied with life, but they have never had the courage to take even a small step.
Of course, we need to admit that the cost of men and women stepping out of life is different relative to the entire human society.
In the current fashionable term, Liz in the film is a typical "woman", well-educated, with an enviable career, her husband is handsome and loyal, and she has no worries about food and clothing, but she feels empty and panicked in the happiness that everyone takes for granted, especially the next possible birth and a series of routine lives, sensitive and anxious, she deeply feels that this is not what she is after... So she began to flee.
Is it okay to escape? When Nala ran away and there was no solution, can today's escape be solved? Where is she going to escape?
In the first story of "When the Stars Of Mankind Shine", Zweig let the prisoner Balboa escape to a great cause, and the history of youth is left behind...
But what about in modern life. Who can entrust the important moments of life to the advent of the unknowable light of God!
For Liz, the three tickets in hand, Italy, India, Indonesia... It is the process of breaking through old habits, releasing nature, and returning to authenticity through food and prayer.
Italian cuisine
I watched her Italian food, the midnight supper for myself
There are several details in the story that are very vivid, at least deeply touching me as a woman.
Liz has a girlfriend, the beginning of the movie, this girlfriend has just given birth to a baby, once the two chatted, immersed in the joy of fertility, the girlfriend took out the box hidden under the bed, which contained a variety of cute baby clothes, supplies. It was a treasure she had been accumulating since she was very young, and until her lover was ready to be a father, she immediately had a baby. She added that every girl would save up a box filled with her hopes for the future.
Revisiting her Liz, there was also such a box, but it was filled with National Geographic magazine, Time Magazine's travel column, and a dozen pictures of landscapes around the world that she must see before she died. As the witch doctor predicted, from an early age, she was already an unknown world traveler, incompatible with a stable and peaceful life. Escape seems predestined in the first place...
When I saw this plot, I couldn't help but think of my own box, which was a dozen diaries, written from adolescence to before marriage, and more than a dozen on and off. Maybe they're not some kind of clearly pointed object, and now even I can't bear to read them. But isn't leaving every page of the text saying that in the ten years of growing up and maturing, a large part of my time was spent with myself and talking to myself? I even remembered my high school days, studying in the cafeteria for a while, and the classmates around me were either studying or reading books or doing some things, about me, and I was about the only one, buried in my own small piece of greasy round table, while covering, while writing in large paragraphs without anyone. In the crowd, the tireless self and myself, constantly writing myself, using writing to reach consensus with the world, may be me.
Before Liz left, she had a long and fierce dialogue with her girlfriend. The girlfriend asks her why it's Italy, and she says she's going to a place where she can throbbing again and restore the enthusiasm for life. My girlfriend said it was like a college student. At this time, Liz argued more fiercely: "I have been in love since I was 15 years old, either in love or breaking up. I didn't live for two weeks for myself, I only got along with myself..." Many people, both men and women, in the first years of growing up, many problems were not clearly understood, but people did it. However, after the establishment, with the increase of experience, social relations became closer, and gradually understood themselves. Some people will find that everything they have now is not really what they want. But how many people have the courage to change? In the past, such stories, in many episodes of men, their solutions were also to break, flee, self-exile and self-pursuit. As women become more and more independent, they gradually produce such problems.
When Liz finally decided to leave, the girlfriend sent off, choked up as she spoke, and finally told Liz the real reason why she had been trying to stop it. Although she loves her children, her husband, her job, her house, everything she has now. However, in a certain part of her heart, she also wanted to go with Liz.
In fact, why not just her? This may also be the reason why I have re-watched it over and over again...
Zhang Defen said in the recommendation of the novel: "At any age, people should be true to themselves, bravely live themselves, and do not lose their unique characteristics because of the interference or expectations of the outside world." ”
Words can always be beautiful. It's hard to say, weighing the back of the trade-off between forbearance and desperate bravery, which is more worthwhile.
Later in the film, Liz tastes food in Italy and enjoys the joy of doing nothing; goes to India to seek forgiveness for the past by seeking spiritual teachers; and finally returns to the Indonesian witch doctor to ask for balanced guidance again... She even re-embraced love.
She constantly broke and reshaped the "me" and eventually accepted life again.
However, at this time, the acceptance has probably reached the third realm of "seeing the mountain or the mountain".
Although, I don't like the ending very much, but I like the whole process too much. Isn't cinema just a dream? Maybe it lights up whose life it is!
It's just that I know it won't be mine. I was like a girlfriend who sent Off Liz, and although I wanted to go, I couldn't give up my family, my job, my children. I don't criticize women in marriage for making the same choices as Charles because of this pursuit (but if I had a daughter, I would have encouraged her to try to find herself early). But I knew that I couldn't do anything about it myself.
Such a mind, in Zhang Xiaofeng's famous article "Mother's Feather", has a very beautiful interpretation:
All the mothers understood that the fairy knew exactly where the box was, and she knew where the key was hidden, and that when there was no one there, she would even open the box with pity and touch the soft feathers with sad eyes, and she knew that as soon as the feather was worn, she would return to the clouds, but she patted and patted the soft white feathers again and again, and still silently closed the box and hid the key. It was she herself who locked up the old feather coat. She couldn't fly because she couldn't bear to fly.
Who doesn't want to be willful to be themselves. It's just that I can't bear to fly, I can't bear to fly.
Only in the middle of the night, in the sleep of the lover and child, quietly open the box, like this, silently combing and combing the feather coats that were once...
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