Another note from "Evening"

Mistakes are beautiful, baby
Mistakes are fun, baby

Overcome by the power of memory, Ann Lord reveals a long-held secret to her concerned daughters; Constance, a content wife and mother, and Nina, a restless single woman. Both are bedside when Ann calls out for the man she loved more than any other. But who is this Harris ?

Ann Lord make her journey when she was Ann Grant, a young woman who has come from New York City to be maid of honor at the high-society Newport wedding of her dearest friend from college, Lila Wittenborn. The bride-to-be is jittery, and turns to her maid-of-honor, rather than her own mother, for support. Ann stays close to her friend, yet is even closer to Lila's irrepressible brother Buddy. Unexpected feelings surge forth once Ann meets wedding guest Harris Arden, a lifelong friend and intimate of the Wittenborn family. Ann's love for Harris will change her life, and those of her daughters, forever.

That was the story of “Evening”, a movie that I will remember like “The Ultimate Gift”. But this time, the answer left was about the mistakes. Is it ? Is it beautiful ? Is it fun ?

What I do remember, mistakes always at the end bring remorseless, shameless, humiliation, punishment and regret. I never felt that the mistakes that I made were fun or beautiful. Even if I pictured it I still felt remorse, shame, sad, and regret myself.

So why it was beautiful and fun ? Unless what we thought mistakes is not a mistake.

Fall in love to someone and still carry that feeling for the rest of our lives, living with that person in our mind are mistakes, because we betrayed our partner through our mind. We ruin our live.

But the feeling, the hope that we bring to life, is so beautiful. Yes, beautiful, because every day we put that hope as our star, so when the toughest day knocks our door, there’s something that we hold, that feeling.

Yes it was fun. Can you imagine playing with the memory; see it through different angle, the angle of love ? It was fun, because we let our mind plays with the imaginary.

It is not just a mistake of falling in love, in every part of our lives; the mistakes that we made at the end always bring the painful feeling, regret, anger to ourselves.

But the fruit of mistakes is always beautiful, because we have something to share with our dear one that we meet in our live to avoid doing the same mistakes.

It was fun, because we never have that kind of experience again. Fun because of the feeling when we did it was 180 degrees different.

Anyway … as my friend text me “It’s positive thinking to see a mistake …. But mistake is mistake …”