Love, Hope & Memory:  Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind I saw this movie not long after experiencing one of my Top 3 break-ups of All Time.  The kind of parting that leaves you stumbling through your days in a haze, but painfully awake all night long — every nerve ending exposed, eyes at the ready with tears, with the full belief you will never, ever feel better again. Walking home, I thought if I were able to erase Him from my mind, I’d definitely do it.  Like the Lucille in the song, he’d picked a fine time to leave me, and a worse time to try and come back.   Honestly lost in thought, I found myself at the park where He and I had shared both our first kiss and our tense, painful, mutually disappointed goodbye.  I sat down on a bench and cried.  And cried. Cried, but stayed long enough to allow the better memories to trickle through - the morning walks through the same park, hands clasped, letting go only at the moment we parted ways for the day; late nights spent sitting in front of this fountain talking and not talking — and I felt better.  Finally. And said Goodbye. Watching this beautiful movie again tonight - in a happier place, after a good meal, after a good day - the melancholy comes back.  Impossible not to be nostalgic for lost loves, lost dreams, lost opportunities.  The what-ifs.  But more than that, I’m reminded that nothing worth having isn’t worth losing and most sad endings had a happy beginning.  Like the fading faces, structures and other scenery of Spotless, maybe it’s better to remember what was good and let the bad fade into the background. Life is a book and we are the author.  If I’m lucky, mine is only half written.  Here’s to your next chapter, make it exciting. - The Pretty.

Love, Hope & Memory:  Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I saw this movie not long after experiencing one of my Top 3 break-ups of All Time.  The kind of parting that leaves you stumbling through your days in a haze, but painfully awake all night long — every nerve ending exposed, eyes at the ready with tears, with the full belief you will never, ever feel better again.

Walking home, I thought if I were able to erase Him from my mind, I’d definitely do it.  Like the Lucille in the song, he’d picked a fine time to leave me, and a worse time to try and come back.  

Honestly lost in thought, I found myself at the park where He and I had shared both our first kiss and our tense, painful, mutually disappointed goodbye.  I sat down on a bench and cried.  And cried. Cried, but stayed long enough to allow the better memories to trickle through - the morning walks through the same park, hands clasped, letting go only at the moment we parted ways for the day; late nights spent sitting in front of this fountain talking and not talking — and I felt better.  Finally. And said Goodbye.

Watching this beautiful movie again tonight - in a happier place, after a good meal, after a good day - the melancholy comes back.  Impossible not to be nostalgic for lost loves, lost dreams, lost opportunities.  The what-ifs.  But more than that, I’m reminded that nothing worth having isn’t worth losing and most sad endings had a happy beginning.  Like the fading faces, structures and other scenery of Spotless, maybe it’s better to remember what was good and let the bad fade into the background.

Life is a book and we are the author.  If I’m lucky, mine is only half written.  Here’s to your next chapter, make it exciting.

- The Pretty.