Last night I watched a film. I just still can’t find words for that feeling. Amusing, terrifying, attacking, indescribable, touching, unbelievable and so real.
It was Requiem for a dream. A realistic work of art I would say. It is mainly about a mother and her son. Harry, the son is a drug addict trying to make money out of anything in touch. He starts a drug business, the goal is to create acceptable living conditions for him and his girlfriend. In the meantime his mother gets to know that she is going to be on tv, she has been selected for her favourite show. Her ambition is to be able to wear her old and beloved red dress. To reach this she starts to take pills in order to lose weight.
Things are getting worse and worse. Addiction, lack of money, helplessness. The mother becomes dizzy, her imagination plays weird and scary games with her. Got used to the pills, not feeling hunger. Harry loses his business and a serious infection starts to develop on his arm but he doesn’t care about it.
Results: an insane mother and a boy without an arm. Addicted to dreams. Something to live for, something to get up for each and every day. The way on we decided to walk to reach our goals must be more important than the goal itself. Because in most cases after we have succeeded we feel empty and are eager to find another reason to live. But those possessions, objects does not mean a thing in the last minute. Objects just can’t give us happiness, carefulness and love, they fade away on the road. But our good memories are the stones built in it.
A great writing, Veronika, and truly thought-provoking. I still can't get your words out of my head: "The way on we decided to walk to reach our goals must be more important than the goal itself. Because in most cases after we have succeded we feel empty..."