"full of life" is an expression we often hear.
today it struck me, as it sometimes does, how words have lost their meaning.
for example, the aforementioned phrase is most often thrown around in the face of death. the worst part of it is, you hear it from people who have the least connection to the deceased as well as the most. i do not understand this. how is it that every one the person came in contact with, however briefly, all came to the cohesive conclusion that he/she was "full of life"? also, why wait till his/her death to appreciate her full-of-lifeness?
still, i suppose.. when i die, i want to go knowing i've lived excessively. (though what that constitutes, is entirely another matter.)
i guess sometimes a person's presence just isn't as important till their absence.
brilliant movie by the way.
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