"Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And good things never die."

[raven]

"Some birds aren't meant to be caged. And when they're free, the part of you that knew it was a sin to lock them up rejoices, but the place you're in is that more drab and dreary that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend."

All right, hands up who can guess what I've been doing tonight.

In my defence, it was all Pedar's idea. It's only... what? The twentieth time we've seen this film? But no... I got out the popcorn and a couple of bunches of grapes, and watched The Shawshank Redemption. Again. Depression, despair, breaking-point - and then the most uplifting ending of any film, ever, and it has the effect of resurrecting my faith in humanity.

Although, I can't see that film any more without thinking of Jon Hewitt, who was Pedar's best friend (and the unfortunate gynaecologist who was responsible for keeping me alive just after I was born). He died last year of cancer, and Pedar and I wrote his eulogy together. It was standard stuff, talking about the good things, but it finished with the lines quoted above, and people still come up to Pedar and ask about it, and talk about how much it affected them, and how much he would have liked it. I think we did a good thing.

So... yes. I'm in a rather dreamy, thoughtful, contemplative mood - and I haven't done any revision. I finished (most of) History paper 1 this morning, but I don't actually feel like I know any of it, and besides I have to revise Chemistry tomorrow anyway. Much joy. However... I'm uplifted. And I want to stay that way, prosaic reality aside.

Comments

*huggles*

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

It's a bloody good thing you're alive! Don't /ever/ regret being alive. *hugs tightly*

But I love that movie so utterly much. It increases my happiness with life just as much as Harvey increases my happiness with my insanity.

*hugs* Hope everything's going okay for you. My life is more than fine... well, apart from the fact I'm not doing very well at all with Pure 3 revision, and my arm's buggering up with cramp. But I'm happy, and that's what matters, at least until they finally track me down and lock me up in Ashworth and OH CRAP that was the worst twitch yet ><. I blame it on the rotten Galaxy mousse. DON'T EAT THEM. The only chocolate mousse produced in pots that's never given me problems is Cadburys. Cadburys rocks.

Re: *huggles*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Ah, it's so sweet of you to check on me, and I'm glad you're happy, screw the maths and they'll never put you in Ashworth so long as I (and Jane!) can do something about it.

I love Cadbury's, too. And Shawshank.