Another Big Moment Of Exquisite Pain And Beauty
Another big moment of exquisite pain and beauty. Another moment of deafening silence. Watching the person you love, in the dark, in the silence, probably thinking "That's the last time I'm gonna see his naked body. That's the last time we make love. The last time he'll fall asleep in my bed, in my arms..." Goodbyes are part of life. Sooner or later we will say goodbye to someone. Some goodbyes are easier, sometimes even a relief. But to say goodbye to someone who saw you, who understood you, who stimulated you, who loved you, who made you happy, free, safe... how is it possible? Really, how? "How am I gonna leave you, Elio? How?", I imagine Oliver repeating this in his mind, that's what I see in his face. Pain, uncertainty, anxiety for the imminent loss. But I guess life isn't always about being with the love of our lives, our "cor cordiuns"... Sometimes we have a bigger path or something, I don't know. What I know is that this movie made me realize that all this pain and agony must be worth it. A follower of mine mentioned Nietzsche's eternal return the other day and I immediately associated that concept with this scene. What if we had to live our lives again and again, exactly the same way we're living it now? To say yes to that is to embrace the "amor fati" or the "love of fate". It's to accept life and the human destiny in all its integer, regardless of the cruel and painful aspects of it. Acceptance that only a superior spirit is capable of: I want this life with all its pain, boredom and frustration once and once more. What's this superior spirit? Their love for each other, I believe.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
"Oliver: Would you start again if you could? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Elio: Would I start again if I could? In a second..."