“Run! Forest, run!” the line of the Oscar movie Forest Gump that
impressed me when I had been my Nst times of appreciating it. To Jenny,
it was for Forest’s being insulted by the nasty boy in the campus, or
for his fighting in Vietnam. But to the God, the director, or maybe, to
myself, it is the off-screen voice for the whole existence of life, the
fear to the unforeseeable future happenings, the disappointment of
detached world, and perhaps most importantly, the loneliness sensed
everywhere and each moment.
“Sir, why are you running?”
For world peace? For women rights? Environment? Animals?
“I just feel like running!”
“Somebody would do all that running for no particular reason.”
Maybe the reason is for himself, I guess. After all, Forest is not beyond the secular world.Then,one thing is certain: nothing could be done before our own soul should be rescued.
Flowing time has been crumbled the weakness of heart, five-year’s hovering with the result of lost. Gone the companion, gone the dearest, then, gone the obsessed lover, but to Forest, all of them have get the warm place: Bubba left with the feeling of backing home; mama left with the satisfaction of well-did her destiny; Jenny left with the holding hand. but to other soul, what about the unsensed?after the detachment of the obscure heart, everything warm that can be touchable and sensible has been lost.“you should make yourself care for nothing!”Shelley’s voice still haunts me, it had ever helped me getting rid of the tortured world, but now ,it also keeps me away from the warm ,the sympathy ,and the sensibility.
“Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far, far away from here.”
Maybe Jenny’s words are Shelley’s favorite, but at this moment, the opposite have to be stated: “I can’t keep doing like that!”, so cold, I feel! Unfortunately it was in a winter.
The soul’s willing to fly down for approaching to the warm, like Jenny. When another cold winter racing me, the warm’s being smelt in the wind and felt in the rain. But it was so weak, feeble subtle, or wishfully, it just seems to. It has been the unbelievable state: the distance can not be detected whenever lying in each room of darkness, or sitting several feet long. The willing of approaching never jumped out until the appearance of the red shadow. Even, thoughts had been seized the high ground regardless of something foreseeable. But with the helpless invading, the will is easily defeated by the fragile and self-guarded heart.
“I am so feared; give me the strength to die well.” William Wallace’s praying get the right place to me. Courage is never eagered for before the warm being felt.
So moved I’ve got when Senator Padme got off her chest to Anakin Skywalker since a large arena facing them. She finally made the decision regardless of the Jedi discipline: “I've been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life.” but it also comes up to me that Padme had to pay for the exciting words: they both walk into the darkness.
“Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna
Absolutely! It seems to me that I would never know exactly what I really want and what I’m really gonna get. But only one thing will be certain: loneliness will never get away from us. Running seems to be the solution other than approaching warm.