Unbreakable

Dear Diary,

So much to say, so little time. I have started this blog just today, whether I'm alone here like I am legend, or not, does not matter to me. I am random, I talk and think all kinds of gibberish. Keeps me busy at all times, like I'm sure it does with every single living thing in this entire universe. I may seem insane, talking to myself on here, as I don't know how these things work. However, keeping this here, within easy reach, I can write down thoughts that inspire me, make me sad; just like an entry in a personal diary. Although, this blog is not about personal. Trying to take a break from Wordpress. On here I don't have to write something and expect a reply, or read anything and experience fever chills of the expectancy of leaving replies, or have to make up something to write to prove I can. For a wandering mind like mine, Wordpress is terribly exhausting. Which it should not be, of course, because I love it so . . . It's just a small break. I have this weekend to recuperate, as well. Everyone needs a break some time or rather. Makes me breakable, doesn't it? All of us, yes? At some point, people have to snap and realize that enough is just enough.  

Enough about the introduction to no one in particular. I saw Unbreakable this morning, starring Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson. Funny enough, just before the movie started, I caught the end of Die Hard: With A Vengeance, also starring Bruce and Samuel. That was interesting. They probably had some double actor thing going on across satellite television. Will never know. So, watched the movie, remembered some bits from when I first watched it as a child, and discovered how awesome it really is. I enjoyed watching the plot unravel, in a real M. Knight Shyamalan kind of way, which is great; and the twist in the end. There always have to be 'the twist'. And symbolism in everything they do and see and speak. The most prominent was the unbreakability of love, which withstood controversy and apparent breakage, just to congeal into one big blob of unbreakable goo. The way he explained it was amazing. The woman asks her husband when the first thought of 'oh, this ain't working' ever crossed his mind, and he answered: "One night I had a nightmare, which woke me, and I did not wake you to tell me that everything was going to be okay. That was when I knew." Which is fair. As the story unravels and he realizes why he pushed his wife and son away from him, he realizes how much he could lose if ever something awful should happen. After his first heroic act as some sort of newfound superhero, he took his wife in his arms from her downstairs bedroom, carried her upstairs to the main bedroom, and tells her that he had a bad dream, which, to me, is very romantic and brave of someone who realizes mistakes made, and heroic enough to try and rectify said mistakes. 

Right now, that's all I wanna say . . .

Squash playing time . . . :)

Adieu.