Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The notorious Golden Gate bridge in San Francisco. I used to call it the Full House bridge when I was little. You might recognize it from various movies, or perhaps you have even driven or walked across it. I would always look at it in awe, and admire it's complete golden awesomeness. ( I still think it is more of an orange color ). As of a few days ago, I have a whole new perspective of it.
The other day I watched a film called The Bridge. Here is the trailer.
You can find the whole film on Hulu here.
I still can't get the images of this film out of my head. There is no way to really explain the feeling of watching the last moments of someone's life. One minute they are alive, and dead the next. You want so badly to help them but the deed has already been done. My heart aches for these people who took their lives and how horrible they must of felt to see death as being the best option.
One of the most powerful moments of the film is when they interviewed a guy who survived the leap. He talked about how he hurdled himself off over the railing but then as soon as his hands left the metal he thought. "I don't want to die." Well, he was lucky enough to survive. But it makes you wonder if other people think the same thing on their way down.
This film is definitely gut wrenching, but it makes me feel so thankful for what I have. I know I am not alone. I may feel alone sometimes but I know it's not permanent and that I have people who love me and watch out for me. It makes me thankful that I am alive and makes me want to live life to the fullest. I just want to enjoy life. I want to jump for joy and use bridges strictly for getting to one place to the next. Whether it be a physical bridge I am crossing to travel, or a bridge in life taking me from one stage to the next. I am along for the ride.