500 Days of Summer

Yesterday, I watched 500 Days of Summer. It’s amazing how accurate to life that movie is. It’s not a love story like one would think. Instead it is just plain honesty … and a happy ending despite the hopelessness and despair. It was nice to watch something that really makes you think about how you view love.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a strange dichotomy of extreme optimism and extreme pessimism. I am the type of person who jumps right in the deep end without checking to see if I’ll be in over my head and then it’s too late. I have always been a “feeler” and have always taken things way more personally then I should.

I love this quote: If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say, in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well, this isn’t too bad.  I don’t have my left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me whether I am right-handed or left-handed,” but most of us would say something more along the lines of “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!”  ~Lemony Snicket

So, here I am watching this movie, and completely relating to how he’s feeling … and then at the end it hits me. It all came out in the wash. It all ended as it should. Things weren’t as rosy as they seemed and it was for the best that things moved on.

I know that there is a plan for my life. I know that things happen, good or bad, and we learn from them and grow and life goes on. In all, I’d say this was a terrific movie. If you haven’t seen it, please do. And remember, life … happens.