Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.

I know I'm slow when it comes to catching movies, but I just spent 2.5 hours watching the Curious Case of Benjamin Button. This movie is amazing, simply amazing. I love F. Scott Fitzgerald for everything he has written in the book, the way he thinks, deep and mature, simple but mind-boogling. I felt deeply immersed in the movie even though it was just a small 13 inch screen in front of me. I never knew Brad Pitt was such a charming fella, he needs to get rid of those beardy things growing on his face. I'm clearly smitten by his charm even when he was 50 years old in the movie. Its peculiar how he started off with an old age, and died as a baby. Simply amazing, the make-up was a gradual change for Benjamin, its amazing how make-up can make you look 60 and 20 at the same time. The book/movie is indeed a wonderfully crafted curious case. I loved how he talked about opportunities and how time intersect, in a view no one has thought of before. I admire how Benjamin Button never started dwelling in self-pity despite his condition, for not blaming anyone else when obstructed in love, for being genuine to himself, despite what people say. Once old on the outside, young on the inside, now young on the outside, old on the inside. But nothing stopped him from living a life he wanted. He makes me want to live a better life.

Sometimes we’re on a collision course, and we just don’t know it. Whether it’s by accident or by design, there’s not a thing we can do about it. A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping, but she had forgotten her coat - went back to get it. When she had gotten her coat, the phone had rung, so she’d stopped to answer it; talked for a couple of minutes. While the woman was on the phone, Daisy was rehearsing for a performance at the Paris Opera House. And while she was rehearsing, the woman, off the phone now, had gone outside to get a taxi. Now a taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee. And all the while, Daisy was rehearsing. And this cab driver, who dropped off the earlier fare; who’d stopped to get the cup of coffee, had picked up the lady who was going to shopping, and had missed getting an earlier cab. The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street, who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did, because he forgot to set off his alarm. While that man, late for work, was crossing the street, Daisy had finished rehearsing, and was taking a shower. And while Daisy was showering, the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package, which hadn’t been wrapped yet, because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before, and forgot.

When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was getting dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, the last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn’t broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by. But life being what it is - a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone’s control - that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.

-Benjamin Button

“It’s a funny thing about coming home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You’ll realize what’s changed is you.”

-Benjamin Button

“Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?”

-Mrs Maple

“You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.”

-Captain Mike