a couple of days ago i watched City Lights (1931). it was the first time i completed watching a silent movie, as well as a Charlie Chaplin’s one. thinking about it, i rarely ever watched anything completely when i was in Vietnam. i caught glimpse of this and that every now and then, but there was no recall of anything from the beginning to the very end. i wonder whether that was why i subconsciously set myself to finish every single movies and dramas that i started ever since i came here, to satisfy the freedom and control of life that i longed for, although back then i really didn’t have any idea why i was doing certain things. i only stopped when i paused and thought, “why do i waste my time like this? if it’s not good, why do i keep torturing myself?”. freeing or trapping, it’s all in my head.
“City Lights” wasn’t bad though. it was very nice, in fact. it was light and humorous and endearing.
“He must be wealthy.”
“Yes, but he’s more than that.”
i’m glad i watched it.
coincidentally, not long after, i came across this short video (~ 4 minutes) yoga for wrists. it’s cute and it makes me smile every time i practice. lovely.