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i cannot stop thinking about perfect days (2023)
i loved perfect days so much and i think it may become one of my favourite films of all time. it has truly left such a profound impact on me. i think the thing i take away most from the film is the importance of slowing down and taking in every moment. life often flashes by so quickly and we feel like we are grasping at any chance for happiness and joy as a lot of us spend most of our days working or studying. we can often feel like our lives are boring because nothing exciting is happening.
the main character in perfect days, hirayama, has a minimum wage job cleaning public toilets. yet, he still manages to walk out the door everyday with a smile on his life. we see him staring at the sky, at the trees, at random people; he is always taking in the beauty of the world, noticing things that the average person may not, like, the way the sun shines through the leaves of a tree.
hirayama lives alone, doesn't have a partner or many close friends. he has people he encounters throughout the film, but they never really stick. they are often just fleeting acquaintances. many people who've seen the film have debated whether hirayama is truly happy or not. i think he is just an ordinary human who experiences both happiness and sadness.
we see him cry as his niece who briefly visited him leaves with her mother. we can see that he isn't close with his family as they hardly ever see or talk to each other. i think his tears here are a moment of rare vulnerability. he loved having the company of his niece, and now she's gone just like that, and he's alone once again.
however, i think what we can learn from hirayama is how to find moments of happiness amongst all the sadness. you can read a great book, listen to your favourite song, or eat a delicious meal. life can often be heavy and difficult, but if we just appreciate our favourite things every day, i think life will be a little bit easier.
"Then, miraculously, early in the morning, there’s this ray of sunlight appearing on this wall in front of him. And it falls through the little tree in front of the window. There is this play of leaves and sunlight and shadows moving, and he looks at it and stares at it and he starts crying, because he’s never seen anything so beautiful. He probably has seen it, but he hasn’t noticed. Then he realizes that’s the answer to his existential crisis, to become somebody who notices that."
Perfect Days (2023)
perfect days (2023) dir. wim wenders
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awwwwww, this is such a nice surprise! hieee im goood, just been super busy with academics and life!! how are youuuu
pls drink a lot of wine and be extraordinarily well read and buy too much perfume and write a few too many love letters and spread affection and poetry wherever you go
on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt
this is your only day to reblog this for a year
i missed my chance last year so this has been in my queue for 364 days
maybe growing up isn’t about having all the answers. maybe it’s about learning to live with the questions, to embrace the uncertainty and to keep going even when it feels like you’re stumbling in the dark. and maybe, just maybe, there’s beauty in that. maybe there’s beauty in the not knowing, in the endless becoming. i’m not who i was and i’m not who i’ll be yet. but i’m here, in the middle, figuring it out as i go. and maybe, for now, that’s enough.
working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay........ being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS.... sorry i’m just heated about capitalism again i’ll be fine
not to be dramatic but the amount of people commenting on this post that I should stop whining and be grateful for having two days off a week when they only get one or none is...... literally proving my point that we’re all brainwashed ghfjhddjfk... thats like if someone cut off your arms and then only cut off one of mine, you focus on how much worse you have it instead of the fact that we’re still both fucking bleeding out
Why is it always about Orpheus turning back foolishly and never about Eurydice following him out of the Underworld, likely knowing she was doomed. That Orpheus went all this way, singing the story of their love, hopeful that he will return her to the surface and finally build their life together— but they will not. She knows her Orpheus will turn back. And yet she still follows him, all the way to the top, because the simple pleasure of seeing his back again is enough for her. Isn’t that a foolish thing to do for love?
i am soooo tired of seeing skinny people i am so over it its so everywhere and everything on tiktok on ads on book covers in movies in tv shows, politics, fucking music even. its endless, infinite, exhausting. isn't there something more than this? this can't be it. like how did i end up in a version of the world where a fat woman being a romantic lead in a mid period drama on Netflix is a win? and how is she still basically the only fat person on that show? how are there films and tv shows praised for diversity that don't have a single fat person in the cast?? how how how HOW. the majority of people in the world aren't even skinny. most people in the world aren't thin white people! its crazy its so fucking insane how colonialism, ableism and racism has created a phantasm in which we all accept that pretending fat people don't exist and punishing them when they do is normal and fine. like, imagining a world where fatphobia doesn't exist is actually unimaginable and painful and i truly can't think about it too much without tearing the hair off my entire body
so what i'm learning is you can't earn money in this country by studying your ass off
remember when having a degree assured you a job
survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat
reeeeally been learning a lot about myself lately like oh. my life is actually just beginning
it begins to blur, we get older. summer’s not as long as it used to be 𓇼