My Destiny?

— unexpectedly uplifting

I spent the last two days watching Last Men in Aleppo. It’s slow moving so I would turn it on while waiting for something to simmer in the kitchen or while waiting for some files to be processed.

I really enjoyed the movie because it felt close to reality. Unlike most stories which show only dramatic moments, this movie shows slow paced moments, moments I relate to. One guy cleans up a patio for a future fish pond. Another scene, a bunch of guys are chatting and smoking cigarettes. Having watched so much tv on Netflix and Youtube, It’s so refreshing to see something more in touch with reality.

Within the first fifteen minutes of the movie, I saw how death is everyone’s destiny. Everything we think is our destiny, who we fall in love with, what we end up doing, where we end up living–it’s all debatable whether any event in life is our destiny. And how can ‘destiny’ be fulfilled in the middle of life? Someone can become a well known pop star for a couple years and become completely forgotten for the rest of their life. Death has proven again and again to be where everyone heads.

It’s a strange idea, we came here on this planet to die. We entered life–just to die?!

Most people would want to believe that there is a world here, and that it matters, and our entrance into, our activities that affect it, matters. But by seeing the world as one that can be entered into and exited, such belief acknowledges a seperate world, outside the one we collectively agreed on.

It’s kind of arbitrary to draw the line on where the universe matters: the one I enter into when I start living to where I die. Looking at the universe as a whole, there are animals that are born and they die. There are many planets, possibly many Earths where all this is going on. That’s all there is to it.

The movie was refreshing in that it allowed me to see how simple life can be. All the questions I’ve ever pondered, everything I’ve stressed about go out the window when I see I may be here to serve one purpose: to die.

So until death comes for me, I’m free to do whatever.

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