Summer, Fall, Winter – three seasons of the year. Three phases of life. Three stages of deterioration. Start afresh, a tree with green leaves, that gradually dry, turn brown and finally fall off, leaving the tree bare and defenseless. Naked. All of us born with such dreams, such hope, so sure of ourselves, of our success. Walk around on cloud #9, making happy plans for an unforeseen future. And one small detail overlooked, one step taken wrong, one act of desperate misplaced faith, and slowly and steadily everything starts slipping away till all you are left with in your hands is dry leaves. Memories of happy times. Memories of a past better best forgotten by the present. Memories that torture you, torment you, tease you, mock you, till you reach a point when all you want is to be left alone. Like a bad horror movie, all your dreams, now nightmares, taunt you, in Technicolor.
And how you want to curl up in your bed, and just wish yourself back to your mother’s womb. Escape all the pain, misery and hurt that came out of your oh-so-perfect plans that you were so sure would be your ticket to the GOOD LIFE.
Watch Requiem for a Dream. Say NO to DRUGS.
