Whisper Of Heart
I re-watched Hayao Miyazaki's productions for the umpteenth time.It never fails to amaze me,Spirited Away and Whisper of Heart.I would've watched The Cat Returns too but I figure,maybe another time.
Somehow,it gave me light.A new perspective.
Of course,Hayao-san's productions always seems to entail a silver lining beneath it.A general perspectives of life.
Nowadays,people would scorn and snicker at these sentences,because it sounds so old and wisey.Something you'd expect Gandalf or Dumbledore or other wisey,oldy,wizards or maybe just an old man.But see,that's where they're wrong.
Because it is old,it is wise.
Not all,of course,but most.You can never be too sure of anything.Skeptics,you know,there are litters of them these days.Even I'm a skeptic.But only when it comes to romance.Basically,I'm open to almost anything.
I still feel guilty for what had happened to him.What he'd chosen.
It's so like me to take the blame even if it is not my fault that he'd chosen the wrong friends and instead had felt the pressure for the things I hadn't done,like watching out for him.But it changes quickly into hatred.How could he,after all that we've done for him?
After all that trust I gave him?
It wasn't his first mistake,and it's his biggest one yet.
I'm tired of all this,so I decided that I want no part of it.My deal is to only keep sane until SPM is over and burn my ass to make Mom and Dad proud and happy.His mistakes got nothing more to do with me any longer.
I gave him space and trust that he could be independent without having his stupid ass hauled in the slums and he proved me wrong.
So be it.
I would shrug off the responsibility over him and instead focus my hatred and guilt to the papers that will soon face me.Because it needs channeling,I'll give it a channel to roll.
Bring it on.
Somehow,it gave me light.A new perspective.
Of course,Hayao-san's productions always seems to entail a silver lining beneath it.A general perspectives of life.
Nowadays,people would scorn and snicker at these sentences,because it sounds so old and wisey.Something you'd expect Gandalf or Dumbledore or other wisey,oldy,wizards or maybe just an old man.But see,that's where they're wrong.
Because it is old,it is wise.
Not all,of course,but most.You can never be too sure of anything.Skeptics,you know,there are litters of them these days.Even I'm a skeptic.But only when it comes to romance.Basically,I'm open to almost anything.
I still feel guilty for what had happened to him.What he'd chosen.
It's so like me to take the blame even if it is not my fault that he'd chosen the wrong friends and instead had felt the pressure for the things I hadn't done,like watching out for him.But it changes quickly into hatred.How could he,after all that we've done for him?
After all that trust I gave him?
It wasn't his first mistake,and it's his biggest one yet.
I'm tired of all this,so I decided that I want no part of it.My deal is to only keep sane until SPM is over and burn my ass to make Mom and Dad proud and happy.His mistakes got nothing more to do with me any longer.
I gave him space and trust that he could be independent without having his stupid ass hauled in the slums and he proved me wrong.
So be it.
I would shrug off the responsibility over him and instead focus my hatred and guilt to the papers that will soon face me.Because it needs channeling,I'll give it a channel to roll.
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| bring it on,shitface.Muahahaha |
Bring it on.
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