كأنما خُلق لأهواه،

To love without direction, without a goal,To love for being, pure and whole.

Andrei Tarkovsky, from a diary entry featured in Time Within Time; Selected Diaries

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Nothing is eternal, yet I find myself longing for your eyes to hold mine in an endless gaze, as everything else fades away.

I just watched Lost and Found (天涯海角) 1996, and I’m still thinking about it. The way it starts off all mysterious, not giving much away about the characters, but totally fitting the title Lost and Found. The first thing the main character says is, "I’m looking for hope," and it hits differently. The question is, can he help her find it? In the end, he becomes the hope she needed – like a person who makes her feel alive, showing her another side of world & herself that’s both intriguing and real. It’s crazy how life always has hidden sides that we don’t notice until we meet certain people or go through specific experiences that make us realize, hey, there’s more to this life than what we see! Otherwise, we’d just stay in our little bubble, unaware and kinda bored with how things seem so routine.

What I loved about the movie is the relationship between the two main characters. Their love wasn’t all butterflies and dates; it was more like a quiet, supportive bond built on friendship, trust, and shared journeys. It’s almost like their love story sneaks up on you – you don’t even realize when they fell for each other. It’s such a gradual, pure love. Like, real love isn’t just a feeling; it’s everything that happened between them.

I'm so confused that I might even start overthinking my own name

One day, maybe,

his eyes will look at me again—

but from another face.

A child running, laughing,

with pieces of him that aren't mine.

And I’ll be walking through it all—

touching everything we knew.

A flower,

the grass,

the lies written in the photos.

He’s everywhere,

just never with me.

But tell me—

how could you share a piece of yourself

with someone else?

Winter’s air holds pieces of us.

My mind is full of you.

It's thoughtful how, as you grow older, each day reveals that to feel, to experience, is the true goal of life—the meaning of everything. To be alive is to feel down, loved, empty, happy...

It's all part of life, your life, your precious experience.

I'm either empty or completely in love with you.