Watching Lost In Translation
I came back from my apartment in Chinatown, to my parents house this Friday night to watch Lost in Translation. There is always this moment in the winter where it hits me that "its time" to watch this movie again. Every year, it always hits me in a different way. Sometimes it leaves me bored, excited, happy, zen, contemplative or a mixture of all of these.
But I came home, not because I needed space- with one roommate moved out, and everyone else on a morning schedule, its like I live alone down there. No I came home because I needed a change, and wanted to watch the film up here.
This year the film left me feeling introspective and happy. Is it bad when i reach a point in my life where I feel like I can really relate to two characters- one in a mid life crisis, the other a girl fresh out of college and depressed with the world? I am neither now, but their train of thought feels like where I am right now.
I guess unlike them, I know what I want to do. But I don't do it because I fear what I want won't be what I want, and I'll have nothing. Is that weird? Work has been cutting back everyones hours because the company is trying to save with the minimum wage increase. And its left me with too much time to ponder, and wonder what it is I am exactly doing now?
I think I spent a good portion of my 20's fearing being trapped in some mediocre, receptive, unfulfilling life that I saw others happily walk towards. I diverted from so many potential successful paths, only to end up where I feared to be.
Anyway, its late and the world is quiet. I think what I really like about Lost in Translation is it leaves you with an experience, an emotional one. One you don't have to over think, but you just feel. Where it hits you by the end what you just went through and you go "o, o yeah, thats what that feels like." Then you realize thats the same experience the characters unintentionally went through in the film. A reminder what a pure emotional experience is. A clear light in the misty haze that life too often is.
Maybe I need to find a way to exist again.
But I came home, not because I needed space- with one roommate moved out, and everyone else on a morning schedule, its like I live alone down there. No I came home because I needed a change, and wanted to watch the film up here.
This year the film left me feeling introspective and happy. Is it bad when i reach a point in my life where I feel like I can really relate to two characters- one in a mid life crisis, the other a girl fresh out of college and depressed with the world? I am neither now, but their train of thought feels like where I am right now.
I guess unlike them, I know what I want to do. But I don't do it because I fear what I want won't be what I want, and I'll have nothing. Is that weird? Work has been cutting back everyones hours because the company is trying to save with the minimum wage increase. And its left me with too much time to ponder, and wonder what it is I am exactly doing now?
I think I spent a good portion of my 20's fearing being trapped in some mediocre, receptive, unfulfilling life that I saw others happily walk towards. I diverted from so many potential successful paths, only to end up where I feared to be.
Anyway, its late and the world is quiet. I think what I really like about Lost in Translation is it leaves you with an experience, an emotional one. One you don't have to over think, but you just feel. Where it hits you by the end what you just went through and you go "o, o yeah, thats what that feels like." Then you realize thats the same experience the characters unintentionally went through in the film. A reminder what a pure emotional experience is. A clear light in the misty haze that life too often is.
Maybe I need to find a way to exist again.