Waiting at the Lake House

After spending the better half of the day yesterday running errands, I decided to just stay in for a change. I bummed around the house and since I had nothing else better to do, I sat in front of the TV and prepared myself for a night of mindless TV. After browsing through the customary Saturday night fare on TV(i.e. nothing good on TV) I settled for the Lake House. Although the film hit the theaters a few years ago, it was my first time to watch it. Yeah I know, talk about being late. :)) 

Anyway, back to the film. Although a million whys echo inside my head especially with all the logical contradictions and impossibilities (hello philo 103), my heart tells me to see and take it for what it is. Waiting...the central theme of the movie. In a movie where misses and almost have-beens are staple and where taking matters into your own hands prove disastrous, the message couldn't have been any more clearer. Good things come to those who wait they say. But how long should you wait? What if forever passes you by without you even noticing it? Worse, what if you end up waiting for nothing at all? When is enough...well, enough? Where do you draw the line between romantic idealism and sheer stupidity?...between pragmatism and idealism? 

And it got me thinking more. Waiting. Hmm. Well I guess that waiting can be good in its own right, but how does one prevent waiting from turning into resignation? How does one prevent it from being turned into an excuse to not do anything about that certain aspect of your life that needs fixing?

That's a whole lot of questions brought about by a single movie! And even after mulling it over for quite a few hours, I'm still no close to finding the answer. And that's if there is even an answer. Maybe I will know the answers someday, maybe I won't. But for now, the search continues.