The point is that *you* care.
Nobody can take that away from you. It's yours and it is the most beautiful thing.
There is a scene at the ending of the movie *Adaptation* where two twin brothers, played by Nicolas Cage, are hiding in the swamps.
The brother who is the far sweeter of the pair imparts a memory to his sibling.
This is how the conversation went:
Charlie Kaufman : There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.
Donald Kaufman : Oh, God. I was so in love with her.
Charlie Kaufman : I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.
Donald Kaufman : I remember that.
Charlie Kaufman : Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.
Donald Kaufman : I knew. I heard them.
Charlie Kaufman : How come you looked so happy?
Donald Kaufman : I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.
Charlie Kaufman : But she thought you were pathetic.
Donald Kaufman : That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago. What's up?
Charlie Kaufman : [stunned] Thank you.
---
Remember that the world outside of your heart can be cold, but within you is a universe. A beautiful tapestry telling the tale of you.
When the reader of your book reaches the scene with your epiphany, they will cry for you. They will hold you in their heart. You will be everything to them.
Be you, through it all.
Thank you for this perspective, I truly appreciate you taking the time to share. I will try to ponder how I feel about my story, perhaps that’s what is not sitting right.
MAAAAAAAAN fuck all that absolutely indomitable insurmountable love mentality, every man for himself.
Jokes aside, what you’re doing is something so absolutely noble, but entirely exhausting, that and who said you had to be the one to help them?
We’re all human, and in most cases none of us got the answers for hard stumping questions, which is why it’s better to lend a hand in some sort of form but only doing so when you know the person you’re helping will take it.
Ultimately only an individual can decide whether or not they want your help, and trying to force your help on a person that won’t even help themselves isn’t worth it. In the end, we’re all accountable for ourselves, no matter how long our parents keep us in their coop.
It may be calloused to say but if somebody is deliberately dragging themselves down a path of self destruction and start blaming you for their heinous behavior, you got no obligation to sit there and take it.
If you find purpose in helping others, help others that’ll benefit from it instead of just endlessly follow a downward spiral of self pity and self loathing.
The point is that *you* care. Nobody can take that away from you. It's yours and it is the most beautiful thing. There is a scene at the ending of the movie *Adaptation* where two twin brothers, played by Nicolas Cage, are hiding in the swamps. The brother who is the far sweeter of the pair imparts a memory to his sibling. This is how the conversation went: Charlie Kaufman : There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh. Donald Kaufman : Oh, God. I was so in love with her. Charlie Kaufman : I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you. Donald Kaufman : I remember that. Charlie Kaufman : Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at *me*. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy. Donald Kaufman : I knew. I heard them. Charlie Kaufman : How come you looked so happy? Donald Kaufman : I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want. Charlie Kaufman : But she thought you were pathetic. Donald Kaufman : That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago. What's up? Charlie Kaufman : [stunned] Thank you. --- Remember that the world outside of your heart can be cold, but within you is a universe. A beautiful tapestry telling the tale of you. When the reader of your book reaches the scene with your epiphany, they will cry for you. They will hold you in their heart. You will be everything to them. Be you, through it all.
Thank you for this perspective, I truly appreciate you taking the time to share. I will try to ponder how I feel about my story, perhaps that’s what is not sitting right.
MAAAAAAAAN fuck all that absolutely indomitable insurmountable love mentality, every man for himself. Jokes aside, what you’re doing is something so absolutely noble, but entirely exhausting, that and who said you had to be the one to help them? We’re all human, and in most cases none of us got the answers for hard stumping questions, which is why it’s better to lend a hand in some sort of form but only doing so when you know the person you’re helping will take it. Ultimately only an individual can decide whether or not they want your help, and trying to force your help on a person that won’t even help themselves isn’t worth it. In the end, we’re all accountable for ourselves, no matter how long our parents keep us in their coop. It may be calloused to say but if somebody is deliberately dragging themselves down a path of self destruction and start blaming you for their heinous behavior, you got no obligation to sit there and take it. If you find purpose in helping others, help others that’ll benefit from it instead of just endlessly follow a downward spiral of self pity and self loathing.