Tuesday, November 23, 2004
A crazy thing called love
ok. i'll 4get for a moment that love is made up on neurotransmitters and continue my endless musings on this topic.
just watched LOve me if you dare on the plane.
It was about thiz couple who was passionately in love but their competitive streak kept them apart. oh.. the crazy things they did.. but after one disastrous dare, they seperated for 10 years. the guy ended up with your usual one wife, 2 kids, steady job... nice car kinda lifestyle. the gal married this dude who became a big soccer star. but behind it all, they were both still yearning for that crazy , dangerous kinda love. one very potent scene was when they met up again 10 years later, and they engaged in a dare where the guy drove at 240km away from teh police. his eyes just lit up, and the boyish , crazy grin returned to his drawn, but handsome face. Another scene that stuck was when they met again and walked towards each other, in teh rain, with their spouses staring at them. they eschewed their stable lives for their crazy, selfish love. their final dare was to be buried togehter life in cement. And there they remained, encased int eh concrete block, the only way they could be togehter...
crazy eh? you would say, which wacko would abandone his kids to be in a concrete block. but the movie had a subtle message... without love , life would be empty. Even if the love was dangerous, crazy, wrong and utterly utterly suicidal... it's still worth the leap of faith.
But i've seen the other side of love.. the one in real life that really really touched my heart. The love the sister of a schizophrenic patient showed her sister.. The love the patient with achondroplasia had for her partner and her love for her life the person that she was. The love a carer had for her husband who had alzhiemers.. and who needed to be dressed, fed and bathed by her... who could no longer recognise her or talk to her.. who soiled himself everynight and who made her cry with despair.. The love the old lady had for her husband who had vascular dementia , whom we met in mornington peninsula.
That was the love i was in love with. the love wasn't that churning, on the edge sort that the film glorified, but it was the commitment and the sacrifices these pple made. . i've had the pleasue aND honour of meeting them these semester..
That , my dear... is real love.
ok. i'll 4get for a moment that love is made up on neurotransmitters and continue my endless musings on this topic.
just watched LOve me if you dare on the plane.
It was about thiz couple who was passionately in love but their competitive streak kept them apart. oh.. the crazy things they did.. but after one disastrous dare, they seperated for 10 years. the guy ended up with your usual one wife, 2 kids, steady job... nice car kinda lifestyle. the gal married this dude who became a big soccer star. but behind it all, they were both still yearning for that crazy , dangerous kinda love. one very potent scene was when they met up again 10 years later, and they engaged in a dare where the guy drove at 240km away from teh police. his eyes just lit up, and the boyish , crazy grin returned to his drawn, but handsome face. Another scene that stuck was when they met again and walked towards each other, in teh rain, with their spouses staring at them. they eschewed their stable lives for their crazy, selfish love. their final dare was to be buried togehter life in cement. And there they remained, encased int eh concrete block, the only way they could be togehter...
crazy eh? you would say, which wacko would abandone his kids to be in a concrete block. but the movie had a subtle message... without love , life would be empty. Even if the love was dangerous, crazy, wrong and utterly utterly suicidal... it's still worth the leap of faith.
But i've seen the other side of love.. the one in real life that really really touched my heart. The love the sister of a schizophrenic patient showed her sister.. The love the patient with achondroplasia had for her partner and her love for her life the person that she was. The love a carer had for her husband who had alzhiemers.. and who needed to be dressed, fed and bathed by her... who could no longer recognise her or talk to her.. who soiled himself everynight and who made her cry with despair.. The love the old lady had for her husband who had vascular dementia , whom we met in mornington peninsula.
That was the love i was in love with. the love wasn't that churning, on the edge sort that the film glorified, but it was the commitment and the sacrifices these pple made. . i've had the pleasue aND honour of meeting them these semester..
That , my dear... is real love.
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