Abandonment

“Dolls” and Takeshi Kitano again. This movie is an apocalypse.

There’s a short cut in the film -after the separation of the couple- that is very hard for me. I cannot understand it, I cannot accept it.

Before the abandonment, the lady was going every day in the same place, sitting on the same bench and taking lunch, that she had prepared, with her lover.

After his betraying, every day, at lunch time, she stays alone, waiting for him… but… he doesn’t come.

She sits at the same bench with empty eyes, empty life, empty soul, empty future, trying to understand not why her obedience didn’t appreciate, but why?

She didn’t ask for anything. Why? Why this? Why?

This “why” that after a big love, any kind of love, drives us crazy. This “why” make us feel fool, stupid, insufficient, unable… all the “un” and “imp” of the world.

Her empty eyes show her pain, her craziness, her abandonment, her empty life, her “nothing”. Her empty eyes prove her bind obedience, her absolute love to him, her wondering about what happened. 

She denied her life to be with him, but he left her. She asked him nothing, but he left her. She gave him everything, but he left her.

The problem in this life is that we cannot put limits with the persons we love. We surrender without any credits, conditions, contracts, without asking any kind of payment or repayment.

And this is a characteristic of women (mostly).

Devotion runs in their blood! They don’t have limits when they love and especially when they are in love.

And even when they are abandoned, they are following the abandoner. Is this masochism? I am not a psychiatric. I cannot analyze. But I don’t think so. This is the way she knows.

This is a tragedy. This is a sign that we don’t respect ourselves. I will not blame the stereotypes one more time.

Everybody is responsible for his actions. Are we really. I don’t criticize, because I don’t know what kind of traumas they have. I am not sure even for mine.

Maybe it is true love. But even in the most extreme type of love there are limits. We have to keep the “safe distance”, to be sure that we shall survive. This is nature. Personally, when I didn’t keep the distances I lost very much (except some exceptions, all persons are not the same).

The poor lady, alone in the bench, broke my heart. She stays there and she proves the magnificence of love, the magnificence and the altruism of human nature. And at the same time it is the proof that the one that doesn’t “protect” him pays, always.

I know that he doesn’t ask for anything, but –finally-this emptiness is not fair for anyone.

Not fair. Blind obedience for what?

Is is a proof of one’s soul, but does it worth?