The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

One of the most moving films I have ever seen. A reminder that life is short and impermanent. Here's a quote from it:

"For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

Kierkegaard 2

“When the world commences its drastic ordeal, when the storms of life crush youth’s exuberant expectancy, when existence, which seemed so affectionate and gentle, changes into a pitiless proprietor who demands everything back, everything that it gave in such a way that it can take it back-then the believer most likely looks at himself and his life with sadness and pain, but he still says, “There is an expectancy that the whole world cannot take from me; it is the expectancy of faith, and this is victory. I am not deceived, since I did not believe that the world would keep the promise it seemed to be making to me, my expectancy was not in the world but in God.”

Kierkegaard

One sticks one’s finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what land one is: I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean? Who is it that has lured me into the world? Why was I not consulted, why not made acquainted with its manners and customs instead of throwing me into the ranks, as if I had been bought by a kidnapper, a dealer in souls? How did I obtain an interest in this big enterprise they call reality? Why should I have an interest in it? Is it not a voluntary concern? And if I am to be compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I should like to make a remark to him. Is there no director? Whither shall I turn with my complaint?

Brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
'Cos I'm not who I used to be.

No longer easy on the eyes
These wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below.

Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for,
Both a beginning, and an end.

Now he lives inside
Someone he does not recognise
When he catches his reflection by accident.

On the back of a motorbike
With your arms out-stretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind.
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.

And I have learned, that even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men.