The School of Life is nothing short of brilliant!
Ridley Scott’s epic film Kingdom of Heaven (2005) stars Orlando Bloom, Liam Neeson, Edward Norton, Jeremy Irons, Eva Green, and host of others.
This is a film about ideas–substantial ones. And it is about truth that is ugly, brutal, but real.
For those whose minds are engaged in thoughtful considerations, this film’s dialogue is like spending an entire day with a beautiful being to whom you are supremely attracted to but may only engage in foreplay above the shoulders — and nothing more.
It is suffering. It is sublime. It is exquisite.
Tristan + Isolde (2006), starring James Franco as Tristan and Rufus Sewell as Lord Marke includes every single context — loss, greed, the insatiable thirst for world domination, jealousy, sibling rivalry, bravery, loyalty, love, and betrayal — humankind has grappled with since the first human was molded from dust and given the breath of life.
For me, this is enough to make it a perfect film, but this is not where its perfection lies. No, its true perfection, ultimately, lies in these essential questions it puts to us:
He was young. He was pretty. He was pretty arrogant (or super confident). He was principled (loved, loved his position on Vietnam).
He announced to the world in no uncertain terms: “I am the greatest.”
Part of becoming a self-actualized adult is learning when it is appropriate to say no without defending or explaining yourself.
We live in urgent times! This has always been the truth; but today, for the first time in history, we can bear witness to the misery of others seven worlds away.
Not only can we read about it in newspapers, books, and magazines, we can also see it live and in color on our TVs at home and in our vehicles; at the airport while we wait for our flight to board; on our smartphones and tablets; at the gasoline pumps; and in the checkout lane at our local Wal-mart.
There is literally no escape from the constant storm of images that allow those of us privileged to live in the West to witness the heart-wrenching, unfortunate, intimate struggles of others, especially of women, girls, and children.
NOTE: These words were originally posted on January 16, 2015. But they are still relevant today as they were last year and hundreds of years ago. Women, girls, ladies, so many of us still need constant encouragement to voice a strong no when that is our truth!
In the U.S., “No” may be the hardest word to say. If you are a woman, it is particularly fraught with angst. I know where this stems from, but I don’t fully understand why it is still so firmly rooted in our female psyche. After all, “No” is so simple. It’s just two letters and one syllable and can be a complete sentence. Right?! Wrong!
I wish, I wish someone had pounded the quoted words below into my heart and mind from BEFORE the time I was old enough to comprehend the width and depth of human treachery.
We human beings think. We talk. We strive. We judge.
It’s all part of the human situation.
To be human is to have to make choices.
Little ones. In between ones. Tough ones. Sad ones. Heartbreaking ones. Hundreds. Maybe thousands. Over the course of a single lifetime.
To be part of a society is to be accountable for our choices.
FIRST, let me just say this: I love you Detective Laura Diamond for your “I most definitely got your number, and I am not buying any of your nonsense” audacity.
And when you uttered these words during the last scene in the last episode of season two to Jake (ex husband), my heart skipped a beat or two, and I got to thinking about how a real grown up person should ask for what they want or need.
FACT: One day it will be too late.
Call to action: Are you playing hide and go seek like a child, hoping the ticking hands of time never ever find you? Is there something you want to do? Is there someone you need to have a heart to heart talk with?
See the woman in the picture?!
Maybe she is just exhausted, dead-tired…
of witnessing the bottomless barrage of suffering she can’t heal;
the incomprehensible nonsense she can’t grasp;
tripping over the same damn lies, disappointments, broken promises, and heartbreaks.
She died in 2006 shortly before her 42nd birthday, and I still think of her with love and miss her desperately, especially when I see periwinkle blue or a copy of Cooking Light magazine.
And when I hear Kool & the Gang’s Get Down on It, I can still remember standing at my dorm room window at Florida State University. And I can still see her “getting down” on Landis Green to her favorite song.
One of the loveliest aspects of romantic love is the enduring imprint it inevitably leaves on our heart and body.
So much so that even if “love” only lasts for an hour, a day, or weeks, years later when other “urgent” memories have faded, the memory of a single moment can still reach down into our being with its long arms and touch us deeply–decades later.
This is a true story of such a moment of “love:”
Sometimes, when it gets quiet inside and outside of me, I look back on a lifetime of disappointments, heartbreaks, missteps, and other harsh realities.
And I cannot help but wonder what is the point of all my arduous, awful experiences?! What is the point of all my growth?!And I contemplate the real and imagined possibilities lost to me yesterday and so long ago.
Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you. ~ Matthew 7:6, King James Version
The years have taught me much about myself.
I have learned that my heart cares too much; that my soul is fragile; and that when I get hurt, the pain cuts deep and scars permanently.
This is a true story.
and so she let herself wonder
when he said, “I am so very sorry to have hurt you”
and she let herself half-way trust
when he said, “I promise, I promise you I will never ever hurt you again”
and she let herself plunge all the way
when his full lips earnestly graze the sweet spot at the back of her neck
in that moment, she thawed, she melted, she gave in
she deeply needed to feel something, to feel anything, to choose life
but very soon afterwards
their fable of “love” would play out the only way it could
really, as it always had
he would swiftly forget how very sorry he was
his voice cloaked in heavy, utter contempt when he spoke to her
his promises as meaningful as the wind they were written on
this wasn’t the something, the anything she had hoped for…
Call to action: Share with us your own thoughts on love and heartbreak in the comments.