A stunning movie set in Barcelona, about relatable characters that fall in and out of love. This movie really makes me question my approach to love. Am I Vicky with her cautious, safe, committed approach, or am I Cristina, more spontaneous, lacking boundary, craving suffering love? Or am I bit of both? It seems at this point in my life, love is an everyday topic. Everyone sees it differently, all of us can't live without it, and most are constantly at battle with it. We are either shaping it or molding it so it suits our needs or escaping it when it becomes too hard or complicated to handle. Whatever it is, every day some are on a constant quest to find and maintain it and others are too wounded to try.
So I guess love to me, is everything. Really. It is my reason to go to work, and my reason to do well, it is my reason to do good and it is my reason to be happy. To live without it is a habit all must learn to master and to have everyday it is a gift. All I know is from my experience once you have been in love.. and I am talking the good kind of love, you can never never ever go back to living without it.
Woody Allen brings out the love in me. Really.