It feels the only thing I say when someone says a name, in class, in friendly circles, on tv, is who? In a way I begin to see the reasons for learning those extra words in the vocabulary, those silly four numbers, and those famous meaningless names, that my mind seem to dismiss as unimportant. If I am to learn them, though, I will have to make an effort out of the ordinary, and it will have to be constantly renewed. Much like my dedication to working out, actually; I see the necessarity, but fail the motivation.
I love Kingdom of Heaven. For many, many, many reasons. Was love that "simple" back in time? (Emotionally, I mean, of course. Romeo and Juliet had simple love, even if it wasn't easy.) It seems today, with individuality, spirituality, career and equality, and all that political correctness and mind-washing media, falling in love is more complicated, delicate and difficult to arrange than a billion dollar transaction between russian mafia and the Triad. Then again, am I only blaming society for my own faults? That is, after all, so much easier.
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