The Love of my life

I didn't marry the love of my life. Reluctant to commit to someone as flighty as I was then, and having already had one failed marriage, each step that brought us closer also inevitably pulled us apart.

An endearing story

A wistful, romantic story true or false.

Life is Beautiful

It's been eons since I regularly went to the movies, so now I have been renting about 3 to 5 films at a time; trying to space them out and absorb their theme and plot lines. Some of it for the sheer enjoyment others to inspire me to write (again).

One of the last batch I rented included "Life is Beautiful," a film that won many awards and received great acclaim.

It is a stunningly beautiful film, more so for the sensitivity that Bertolini brought to his characters than the visuals. However, during the last few scenes, knowing full well that the protagonist would not survive, I felt this heart-wrenching loss so much so that I could barely watch. Oh, if those of us that fail to see how life is beautiful, it is painful.

The neighbours and I have been sharing some DVDs. The other night they shared, "Life as a House."


Not a great movie, but a movie that makes you think about missed opportunities, loss and gain. The two most interesting issues that came up for me were the idea that love is not all, and how to achieve your goals, even when time is running out.

So many relationships are built on affection, but it appears that is insufficient to make relationships work. A hard lesson to learn!

And as time is such a precious commodity, it is also a lesson to take the rein and run wild on the horse, something I advocate and frequently ignore.