So if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You know a lot about him I bet. Lifes work, criticisms, political aspirations. But you couldnt tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. Youve never stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. And if I asked you about women Im sure you could give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and maybe youve been laid a few times too. But you couldnt tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and be truly happy. If I asked you about war you could refer me to a bevy of fictional and non-fictional material, but youve never been in one. Youve never held your best friends head in your lap and watched him draw his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love Id get a sonnet, but youve never looked at a woman and been truly vulnerable. Known that someone could kill you with a look. That someone could rescue you from grief. That God had put an angel on Earth just for you. And you wouldnt know how it felt to be her angel. To have the love be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldnt know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand and not leaving because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours didnt apply to you. And you wouldnt know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself, and youve never dared to love anything that much. I look at you and I dont see an intelligent confident man, I dont see a peer, and I dont see my equal. I see a boy. Nobody could possibly understand you, right Will? Yet you presume to know so much about me because of a painting you saw. You must know everything about me. Youre an orphan, right? Do you think I would presume to know the first thing about who you are because I read Oliver Twist? And I dont buy the argument that you dont want to be here, because I think you like all the attention youre getting. Personally, I dont care. Theres nothing you can tell me that I cant read somewhere else. Unless we talk about your life. But you wont do that. Maybe youre afraid of what you might say. -Good Will Hunting Robin Williams, July 1951-August 2014 ❤
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 02:56:12 +0000
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