Heidi

I bought a DVD, Heidi. It’s an old movie, and used to be one of my favourite childhood stories. It’s about a Swiss orphan who lives with her grandfather after her aunt leaves her at that old man’s cottage. Then her aunt takes her to a wealthy family’s house to be an acquaintance of the family’s physically challenged daughter, Clara, for some money. Sure her grandpa gets upset when Heidi’s aunt takes her away from his cottage. He lets her go since he worries about the future of the girl (he’s old…what can you expect him to think?). Then for a while Heidi lives in Frankfurt and brings happiness to all, but she isn’t happy. She misses her grandpa and gets sick. Then Heidi returns back home, later on Clara goes to Heidi’s place and learns how to walk there.

I watched this movie with mum this morning. We were touched (forget about crying, mum doesn’t cry and never let her daughters to cry) by seeing how broken hearted Heidi’s grandpa when Heidi goes to Frankfurt with her aunt. He tells Heidi that he doesn’t want her to be with him anymore. He throws away Heidi’s doll. No, it’s not that he doesn’t love her. Personally I think it’s a simple scene but perfectly portrays how difficult it is loosing someone we care about. The life of Heidi’s grandpa, Mr. Koller, is fine before Heidi came. Then Heidi comes and changes his life, it becomes merrier and happier for him, but later on it is also more difficult to live without Heidi around him. It will never be the same again. Or maybe it would be better if Heidi never comes to her grandpa’s life?

What about in real life? How many times we have cried over someone? I met a cool bloke then I fell in love with him, then time to say goodbye, then broken hearted. Sure, it’s followed by some period of healing moment, before fall into the same trap again. Meet another cool bloke, in love, goodbye part, broken hearted, healing time and back to the first stage. On and on, such an endless exhausting journey. Perhaps, it is better not to open heart and stay safe in own shell, so there won’t be any broken hearted moments. There won’t be moments when I long for someone and feel as if there is part of me missing. Moreover I were born alone, and will depart alone. So, what’s the point of falling into someone? What’s the point of short period of happiness when it kills you deep inside? Maybe it is better not to fall in love with anyone.