Thursday, 17 September 2009

Why is there beauty in tragedy?

I have just finished crying.

Tears fell gradually and continuously slowly from my eyes over a period of about an hour.

I feel quiet, I feel cold, I feel drained.

A hot chocolate should do the trick until I emmerse myself back into reality. I plan to do this very slowly.

I have just watched a movie in which my emotions have been wrenched from one side to another. I am very cautious and particular over what I watch. They have to move me and reach into my soul. Sometimes a title can show a chink of light of what is to come, and sometimes I have to find more about it before I can commit to it.

Yet, I always find the movies and books which I stumble into, completely by accident, are the ones which make make more of an impression than anything I could have chosen. Its as if the movie chose to be watched by me. The book chose to be read by me.

I surcumb to a sort of surrender to let things take thier course and lead me into ways in which enrich my heart.

My words are poor, but my heart is rich...

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