Summer is every single person that comes into and leaves from your life. It happens. She happens. Once in awhile, people meet and lose people. In different instances, meeting is magic and losing is a nightmare. Or it can be the other way around as well. But still, the latter brings a feeling of indifference, depending maybe on how long they’ve been in the other person’s life.
This might be one of the reasons why letting go is always very difficult. After everything’s said and done…or gone…you come across memories you just can’t suppress. Memories of people you’ve never imagined ever leaving. People you thought you can’t live without. After sometime, you’ll feel a little better, and then the next day would be worse.
We tend to wonder “Why, of all people my Lord, that person? You could’ve taken someone else. Or maybe you shouldn’t have let us meet in the first place.” Am I talking “alien” now? I don’t think so. Everyone had been here I guess.
Every loss happens for a reason. These words are easy to understand before that “EVERY LOSS” happens. All the others after that are just so hard to comprehend and are complete blurr, especially if you feel like you just want to take everything back.
In the movie, Summer is just as random as the instances in our lives. When someone comes and leaves, it’s not that goodbye nor the “hello” that makes it so painful… it’s everything in between. No matter how little and few these things are. Who says you have to forget? You’ve got to remember some important things and take it before you move forward.
In the process of moving forward, you’ll always be tempted to look back. And every peek would cause more pain, making things worse everyday. But that’s life. You can appreciate, but never be so attached to it. I remember a friend telling me to “never depend my life and happiness on something or someone I can lose”. I thought that’s rude. I am, but not that much, of an antisocial type. I thought it’s as good as telling me not to treasure things and feel so much for people. I can’t be that numb.
But the movie made things a lot clearer to me. I can always feel sad for my loss because it matters…but to forever drag this sadness is something that I can already decide on. It’s a clear depiction of the saying, “LOVE is a DECISION.” If you decide to stay in it after you got hurt, then there’s a plenty of rooms to lock yourself into. If you decide to go, you hold the key to its exit door. 500 Days of Summer is not just a film about losing and getting hurt. It’s a scroll of lessons about moving forward and having faith that every last page of a chapter sets the first page of another.
Who says you have to forget when you let go? You were happy once. Even faded photographs are worth keeping. 🙂