Going on a high rating from IMDB, I recently viewed Synecdoche, New York, starring the late Philip Seymour Hoffman. Usually I'd be a fan of a film that actually makes you think, but for the life of me, I finished watching it not having a bogs notion of what the hell I had just seen.
But like most films, there is usually one stand out part that sticks out from the rest. And the following funeral monologue spoken by the priest in it, is that part. I found myself replaying it a few times over. It's filled with wonderful life lessons, philosophical undertones, and an almost gut-wrenching realisation of how insignificant one's life actually can be. If you haven't seen it or heard it before, enjoy:
''Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out.
...And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really.
And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own.
Well, fuck everybody.
Amen.''
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