I need to stop movies that make me cry.
Which means, I guess, that I need to stop watching movies in general. Tears tend to come unannounced when you're emotionally unstable, I suppose. But only slightly. It seems that I am easily touched by these types of movies with a glowing ending and their hidden meanings.
John Nash, genius and schizophrenic. Who he leans on? The love of his life, his family, and his friends. What he loves? Mathematics and his work. What he sees? Bonds of friendship in the imaginary delusions that follow him around. Why he ignores them? So that he can live a better life as a man, do his work, respond to his wife, love her in the way that she loves him.
It seems that triumph and difficulty go hand in hand.
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