My 3rd time seeing this movie. I'm still amazed by Will Ferrell's acting, especially with this Harold he played.
Toward the end of the movie, what the narrator/writer Karen Eiffel says
somehow keeps pounding in my head... it echos with something i got out
from Benjamin Button on the other day~
Day by day, I try to appreciate the sensed subtleties around me as much
as I can. To make the moments, incidents, people most of the time,
rememberable in my life. Things like watching strangers out of the bus
window, beautiful sunny view of the morning office, some treats or fine
chocolates given by another, sneaking out the office to grab a cup of
coffee, the kindness of helps, a beautiful written song shared by
another, a handmade surprise, the comfort of conversations in the
midnights, or just the warmth of morning smiles... I treasure them all.
But perhaps those little nuances are meant too much to me that they'd become my baggage. In many cases, they all eventually turn into some kind of nightmares, haunting me constantly. My eyes can no longer see the surrounding clearly, can no longer recognize what the black, white, or gray is. I can no longer differentiate between strangers and the be loved ones. I'm trapped in the illusions I created with my very own hands.
Ironic.
But all of these ironies, the inconsistencies, the good, the bad, are all the pieces of making me. I smash them all to move myself forward, and collect them all over again to rebuild myself. Break them, rebuild them, embrace them, and refute them. My weekly routine for being such a creep...
If, under any circumstance, there's some goodness of one thing I did, and you found that might possibly delightful, please, remember it before I vanish.
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"Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives."
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