When exercising in the morning, I watch TV because it makes exercise tolerable.
This morning, “The Hours” was on. The movie is based on the magnificent and Pulitzer Prize winning novel by Michael Cunningham. The movie is also wonderful with Nicole Kidman in her Oscar winning role as Virginia Woolf, and a cast of fantastic actors, from magical Meryl Streep to Julianne Moore to Ed Harris.
Needless to say, I stopped exercising and watched because it is such a damn good movie with screenwriter David Hare adapting Cunningham’s novel.
The language in the novel and the film is beautiful, poignant, and heartbreaking. But it is also hopeful and complete with truth. I cried at the end of the film because of that hope, truth and the beauty of what I had seen and heard. The message about what makes our lives rich and worth living. Even though we experience with loss and pain, it makes us what we are.
As a writer the film inspired me want to write something as beautiful. Granted, I may never be a Michael Cunningham or Virginia Woolf, but I can be me and write my own message of hope. My own beauty. It may be a long journey, a journey of a lifetime. But that is what makes life worth living doesn’t it?
For all those other writers out there, may you find your own version of beauty, truth and hope.