Winter’s Tale

by HelluvaGirl

What if, once upon a time, there were no stars in the sky at all?
What if the stars are not what we think?
What if the light from afar doesn't come from the rays of distant suns...
...but from our wings as we turn into angels? Destiny calls to each of us.
And there is a world behind the world where we are all connected.
All part of a great and moving plan.
Magic is everywhere around us.
You just have to look.
Look closely.
For even time and distance are not what they appear to be.

We are all connected.
Each baby born carries a miracle inside.
A unique purpose.
And that miracle is promised to one person and one person alone.
We are voyagers, set on a course towards destiny... find the one person our miracle is meant for.

The film as such did not shake my world (I cried three times within 90 minutes, but nonetheless); there were one or two concepts that caught my attention, though, and I keep thinking about them.

How can we assume there is the one if we have children with their fathers and then divorce them? Were they not the ones? Kids are never born to incidental people.

If they were not the ones, how can we really know who is? How do we know before we're dying, not having experienced it all and unable to actually compare? It never seems definitive.

Can it be that we change inside and as our internal quality fluctuates, it attracts an adequate responding external quality, and the more we are capable to give, the more we deserve to receive, hence all experiences we have today seem like  something we have never encountered? Because we are in fact like we've never been. Is it a mind's trick? Are those enticements of novelty we ought to withstand? How do we know?

Is it our mind here that we are to rely on at all? How do we learn to interpret our heart which sometimes is drawn to another in such a questionless way that it alters us inside out? I would like to ask how do we handle it but then again - we don't receive a challenge or a gift that we are too weak for and undeserving of.

And another thing. The film kinda proposes we bring a miracle to that one person but they happen to bring their miracle to somebody else. Now that is more cognisable to me... The perennial mismatch, the two queues: one standing waiting for us, while we are standing in another waiting for someone else.

On the other hand, there is a pattern which may not be crystal clear the moment we materialise it playing our roles, and there are no incidents. This much I know.

Is it possible that two people are bringing a miracle to each other? Some helluvamiracle...

And as the motif of a choice between heart and reason has been repeating itself lately, I know only this much: we ought to be guided by kind motives, not egotistic or shallow ones. The rest is the dance of the Universe and at some point, it is only appropriate to understand the limits of our own responsibility over everything before it becomes self-importance.