I was lucky enough to stumble upon the film "The Willow Tree" at the library @ Esplanade today. It is more of an artsy film, set in the Persian language. I have been looking for that film for two years, I started my search after I saw it for the first time at the Cathay. I'll always remember it. I still have the ticket stub in its original little envelope, its printing fading, barely legible.
I saw it for the first time in the year 2007, I rushed there to buy my ticket after school, and missed the first 5 minutes or so of the film, but it didn't change the impression it left me. I regretted not watching it another time while it was still at the theatre.
When I watched it tonight, I went back in time. I still remember the scenes, the silence, the tears. And of course, there's the self-reflection at the end of the film.
After I first saw the film, I longed to be blind. I think I just wanted my own world, the way I want it. My own private dreamworld filled with things and animals and people I love, not one that has already been filled with horror and disasters and shallow people. Yes, I longed to be blind. The thought of not having to see and comprehend is so comforting.
Most people can see, and most are complacent about it. They go through life never having to stumble about, helpless and blind. I, for one, have seen and prefer not to see, but when I think about it, there are still plenty of people who would give up their limbs just to gaze upon a sparkling sea or a full moon. This is the gift of sight, one that usually goes un-thanked for.
So, thank you, God, but if blindness should hit me one day soon, I will embrace it wholeheartedly.
No comments:
Post a Comment