Mood: *-*heal the eyessss*-*
So I'm sitting here now, right next to a handkerchief soggy with tears and snot. My eyes feel like they've been brutally attacked by a gang of sandpapers, and I'm only starting to breathe properly through my nose again.
Why am I like this? Simple.
I finally watched 1 Litre of Tears. Or Ichi rittoru no namida, if you want to be hardcore. Or if you want to be even more hardcore, 1リットルの涙.
I've heard of this movie a long time ago, while looking up some Remioromen songs. The plot sounded good, and incredibly tragic - my kind of movie, I thought. But I never got around to watching it. Well, now I've watched it, and I don't regret it one bit. I refuse to recommend it to my friends though, because I know a lot of them cry very easily xD.
Currently I'm trying to heal my eyes by watching (or in this case, listening) to some Dylan Moran comedy. Love love love. I'd listen to George Carlin but then I'd cry even more.
But I digress.
The movie is wonderful. They were not joking around with a title like that - 1 Litre of Tears... you really will cry 1 litre of tears... Although I think I cried 2.
It's very tragic, I know, but it's brilliantly made. It took me through a roller coaster of emotions. One moment I'd be bawling my eyes out, then I'd be smiling tenderly at the next.
What I found the most tragic was that it's based on a real story. Not just based, it *is* a true story. And it's not just Aya's story... hundreds, maybe thousands of people have the same story. They all ask themselves, "What am I living for?" They all dream, they all hope, they all want to live.
"Will I ever get married?" And the doctor said no.
I don't know what I would have done had I been in that situation. Knowing myself, I'd probably off myself that very moment... but Aya... she's a very, very brave girl. I admire her.
At one point in the movie, I stared at my hands through tear-filled eyes and whispered a silent thanks that they were still working...
This movie changes perspectives, ideals and lives. I'm glad to have watched it.
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