Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Delicate
She longs so much to ride the winds, astride the horse and amongst the men to battle. To lead, to wield a sword in her hand, to feel the rush of courage of valour. She longs to have that sort of courage, to burn with that sort of passion that seem only possible in the battlefields of old that now are mere shadows encased in the reel world. The beauty of war, the beauty of idealistic notions of chivalry, to fight for freedom, peace and believe in that little goodness in the world. I admire women as such to not wait to be saved but to yearn to save others.
It's amazing how one can be moved by a show for that moment of it's running. I really love battle scenes that uphold the usual idealistic notions so shunned today. Of course...it really depends on who the enemy is. Watched the last of the Lord of the Ring trilogy. It was spell-bounding. The whole battle between good and evil really enabled me to truly appreciate the beauty that war can entail, albeit, when both sides meet in that incandescent moment, it turns bloody and unbearable. Indeed how different it is, wars of the past and present. Yet, cynical as it is, it's the same for the dying and dead, to fall with the fallen, when the vision ahead is only the ground lay strewn with the forgotten. How tragic, to die with the knowledge of knowing you will join the forgotten legions of men, left behind when others retreat.
Yet, she is not always so strong and she wonders if true courage can ever be extricated from such a soul. When the time comes, can one really stare at death in the face? What does fear of such a level feel like I wonder. To know that you are seconds away from death and the only way to get by it is to truly feel pain for what it's worth. Shudder. Oh well, it feels silly having such thoughts, but couldn't help feeling immensely moved after watching the film. Maybe such beauty in war can only be captured in the reel world.
It's amazing how one can be moved by a show for that moment of it's running. I really love battle scenes that uphold the usual idealistic notions so shunned today. Of course...it really depends on who the enemy is. Watched the last of the Lord of the Ring trilogy. It was spell-bounding. The whole battle between good and evil really enabled me to truly appreciate the beauty that war can entail, albeit, when both sides meet in that incandescent moment, it turns bloody and unbearable. Indeed how different it is, wars of the past and present. Yet, cynical as it is, it's the same for the dying and dead, to fall with the fallen, when the vision ahead is only the ground lay strewn with the forgotten. How tragic, to die with the knowledge of knowing you will join the forgotten legions of men, left behind when others retreat.
Yet, she is not always so strong and she wonders if true courage can ever be extricated from such a soul. When the time comes, can one really stare at death in the face? What does fear of such a level feel like I wonder. To know that you are seconds away from death and the only way to get by it is to truly feel pain for what it's worth. Shudder. Oh well, it feels silly having such thoughts, but couldn't help feeling immensely moved after watching the film. Maybe such beauty in war can only be captured in the reel world.
// posted by grace @ 11:01 PM 
