Watched a made-in-Hong kong movie, "叔．叔" last weekend. A social commentary that made the audiences see the extraordinary in everyday ordinary things. I keep wanting to write about it and somehow never get around it, until now. Yet, I am now deprived of words. Maybe a synopsis: about two old uncles, both have their own happy family, who fall in love with each other. The asian society does not really take care of their aged members, who may still have their needs, emotionally or otherwise, after they have spent almost the whole of their lives building their country. In the end, the couple has to bow to familial pressure. Yet, on a personal level, I think they have sacrificed too much and spent so many years building their lives with their children all grow up, that it could be too much of asking to give all that up to venture on a new life together. I can relate to that - I have too sacrificed years and effort building my singlehood. Or maybe, for I also have doubt, it is the fear of change. We all fear change. And it takes courage. More than I want to admit. Another part of me thinks that if life is all about the tiny bright spots amidst total darkness, then it does not matter that happiness, in all its beauty or brightness, is only short-lived. Perhaps I have digressed. What I mean to say is that to spend even a moment, where the gay couple can be themselves, in each other's arms or thoughts, it would be enough. It does not take a new life to change anything.
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