No, I’m not about to burst into a cheesy song.
Been catching up on loads of much needed reading recently, and guess what I came across – good old Benjamin Button! I still remember catching the movie in the cinema with Anyi, and gasping along with the entire audience as the ever-so-irresistible (and photoshopped, of course) Brad Pitt comes on screen as young (18? 21?) Button. Oh, Brad Pitt, you shoulda seen your-very-alluring-self.
So, onto the meat of the post.
In Button’s letter, he writes (or Fitzgerald does, technically):
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
If I wasn’t too careful, I would have wept reading that.
I haven’t been all too proud of my life thus far – what with all the broken promises, all the mornings I slept in way too much and missed lunches, birthdays, conversations, the crazy, nasty words I am absolutely capable of… The list goes on.
But, Fitzgerald, if you hear me from six feet under, thank you for those wise, wise words. For what it’s worth, thank you for speaking right to my heart.