"Come To Bed, Laura Brown."

It is all about choices; everything in life is about them. All the good, all the bad; the begining of happiness, or the happiness. It all revolves around the choices.

When Laura wiped her face and went to bed she had decided she would leave her two children and husband and choose life. She faced life and took the consequenses; she would become "the monster" but it was her decision; and she was the one who survived everything with the total detachment of regret, while the world judged her and expected it from her. And who is to say that she was wrong? Who is to say that she was wrong in venturing in her own life instead of living the ideals someone else made up for her?

Virginia had her life stolen; "I choose not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs, but the violent jolt of the Capital, that is my choice," she said and despite of her mental illness and all the judgement we can impose to her, that was her choice and she was right. "The meanest patient, yes, even the very lowest is allowed some say in the matter of her own prescription. Thereby she defines her humanity."

Clarissa made her choices, but in her lies the trick. What if we choose not for ourselves, but for the others? What if our choices are based on what we think that others would like? Still, being that way, we live with the fact we had our satisfaction with the other's appreciations on our choices. So in the end it's not exactly about staying alive for people, it is about making people staying alive for us.

There's the old say "live together, die alone" and it's been my mantra for quite a while. Not that I like to think myself as an island, but to think myself as an individual. Here we are ho living our lives all connected and simultaneously, but we still are alone. In our heads we are alone, in our hearts. It took a while and maybe a lot to Clarissa to realize that. It took Richard's death; not that she didn't know he would die, but she couldn't accept it. She couldn't own up to the fact that she herself and only had the power of her own fate, and that she would have to make her choices; and not in a passive-agressive way by selecting options to show people what she was trully wanting and feeling.

"To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away."

Let's make our choices ho.

[Song: The Uncovered Silence]

PS: Based on the film The Hours.