Train Dreams

Really did some internal damage there. A lifetime spent hoping and dreaming for a miracle, as the years go by you may hope just to avoid the realisation it was all a waste. I have never felt such a love yet hopelessness when watching a movie as an audience member. Faced with such a familiar problem yet no possible solutions was coming to mind. When you lose something that is so pure it almost feels wrong or insulting to attempt to replace it, yet I never stopped praying myself for something to happen, an opportunity to arise. But that anchor, those ashes in Robets soul that once burned so brightly can’t be re-lit. And we’re left to see how a human adapts to the unadaptable. And if one can build something with nothing, in every way. I have very rarely felt connected to a character the way I was with Robert. A quiet and kind man who rarely puts a food wrong, yet is seemingly being punished by the universe itself for his shortcomings. Robert has a kindness we should all aspire to achieve, yet a life I hope serves as a reminder to appreciate what I have.