It’s the next day and I still have chills going down my spine. It takes a lot for me to watch a movie, let alone step into a movie theatre. The Joker is nothing less than a work of art. A brilliant masterpiece. I can’t put in words how much I enjoyed this movie. And yet digesting a large popcorn is nothing compared to digesting what my eyes saw on the screen for two hours. The truth hurts all the more when you see it on a giant ass screen.
What hurts more than living with demons in your head is getting beaten down for it your whole life. Is there anything that brings more pain to the soul than killing your mind alive all the while receiving the daily confirmation that you are doing the right thing? I think that everyone is a potential Joker. Given the “right” ingredients, anyone can turn out the way the Joker did. We can put the blame on him, or put the blame on his environment that made him become that way. Healthy or not, how can one remain sane when no one is there to understand him? To love him?
Destroyed Human beings destroy human beings. Let’s break this chain of hurt by giving to our children the most secure and loving attachment.