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I just finished watching a couple of movies – IN HER SHOES and THE NOTEBOOK. I loved these films so much that I actually have watched each of them like more than 5 times already but still they always remain on my top favorites (obviously), plus I’ve also read the books. In Her Shoes is much better in print than in the movie, though, while The Notebook, well, I like the film better than the book.
In Her Shoes
Based on Jennifer Weiner’s novel “In Her Shoes”, this is about two motherless grown-up sisters who had nothing in common but size 8 feet and had a history of conflict break off relations. The older sibling, Rose, was smart, an accomplished and successful lawyer but not as pretty as her little sister Maggie. However, Maggie was dyslexic, maybe the reason why she couldn’t finish her studies, and so she couldn’t get a high-paying job that would make her pay rents. As a result, she was always homeless and Rose would always be there to help her out with her needs. Until one day, the irresponsible Maggie slept with Rose’s boyfriend. Rose threw her out of the house, but they eventually reconciled with the help of their grandmother they never knew they had.
The Notebook
Based on the best selling novel by Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook is about an old man who regularly visits a woman, Allie, at a nursing home, and constantly reads to her from a faded notebook that brings to life the story about the two young couple separated by the Second World War who were then reunited fourteen years later after their lives have taken different paths.
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Talking about movies and books, my life is just like them: unrestrained, dramatic, full of intrigue, conflicts, sensational… such a happening life. Sometimes I really hate my life so much, but I always beam when I realize how my life is like a long narrative. Maybe I really should write my life story someday, it’ll surely by a smash hit. I’ve realized my life has been both simple and complicated though I’d like to keep it simple all the time. But sometimes I envy those people who have much more interesting lives like my friends, and at times they tell me that they also envy mine (I also realized that people could always get too discontented with their lives). Then sometimes I offer them to switch our lives, theirs become mine and mine becomes theirs, but I know I never really mean it. I love my simple yet difficult life, I will always do.
I wonder how I’ve been keeping the simplicity in my life (yes, with all its unfussiness). Every time I have problems, they’re never a big deal to me. Maybe at first they were, like at some points in my life, I regard them as major concerns that should be dealt with and settled before it could aggravate everything, but I learned that something happens for a good reason no matter how bad it seems. So, since it’ll lead to good things someday (I know that), problems will no longer matter to me at all. I’ll just have to take it easy and if I can’t solve it, someone will – it’s God! Simple. I should constantly think that it’s always been like that. You know, people may ditch me for no reasons (I don’t even care), and sometimes I think that even God has already deserted me… but actually, He never did. God has never forsaken me in any way. That’s the splendid part in my life’s astounding drama.