I just saw "Inception".
This is my kind of flick; "The Matrix" meets "Romeo and Juliet" of sorts that suddenly swan dives into the subconscious with mind-bending and soul-bearing power. What does this have to do with babies and my journey thereof? Maybe it's in the realm between reality and dreams - but it moved me in a way I can't stop thinking about. I'm also pretty sure I was the only one leaving the theater in utter tears!
The main character was trapped. Trapped in a life of running, trapped within his own mind and trapped in the past. The thing that set him free and kept him alive (in one dimension or another anyway) was a memory of his children. They were the light that guided him through all the darkness as he fought to find his way back to them. We are unable to see their sweet faces throughout the film as a reflection of what their father is able to recall. We find out later that there is a pivotal moment that could have provided closure and a better snapshot of this memory. It turns out to be his biggest regret. To know the moment you made a wrong choice - a choice that you will regret for the rest of your life; the combination of themes (out of SO many in the movie) was on that tugs at my heart.
I found myself also searching for those tow-headed fictional children on the big screen; for their light and for my purpose.
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