One Day At The Movie

Yesterday after attending mass I went to see the Memoirs of Geisha. It was stunning! What with subtle performances of the players, the dialogues, the settings - they all remind me of how life is. It is a narration of one's life, from discovering who and what she is to realizing what she has become and becoming who she really is. As the movie unravels before me, my life seems to unravel itself in my mind. It kept on bringing back the struggles. The struggle to knowing who and what I am to the struggle of being the person I know I am and what I am. Within the strugglesare battles. The battlefield is my existence and the warare my challenges. There are difficulties and uncertainties;but nevertheless, there are triumphs and victories.There may be rough roads and uphills but there are plains andfree ways too.Life is ever evolving. It keeps on changing to make our existence more meaningful and worthwhile.

As the movie comes to a positive note, I then come to believe as I always do that life has some positive things in store for each one of us. Look at the bright side. After the turbulence, there will be calm. After the rain, the sun will come out.

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