"Reflection Paper: The Count of Monte Cristo 2002 Film by Kevin Reynolds
Have courage, persevere
Look forward
Dig with all your might,
Fight as if you’re in the battle against all odds,
Even out
Take a step back,
Lean forward
Shoot your best shot
These, thy readers, I present to you, the grandest lesson of Monte-Cristo whose legacy foresees the grandeur.
In his downfall, he welcomes and accepts what’s in his doorstep, but instead of closing himself in, prisoning himself and mocking where life brought him, Monte-Cristo, oh the great Monte-Cristo took the time and made it a school to nurture and nurse his wounds and turn them as something he would take motivation from.
The bleeding wounds may stop, yes, but it doesn't mean it won’t open again. It would still hurt if we pick at it and while we're at it, compacted in the walls, it may seem less of what makes us happy, but it is all we have and working with it instead of not working at all finishes what our mind blurs out from us.
The trick with all these is to let it heal in time and get back on our feet once we have the stomach to rage on why we were down in the first place.
To have the chance to destroy what destroys us isn't a right but a privilege, what's right is to let the doer realize the damage he had done and let it damage himself.
The worse is there for us to see the best, the worse stands out for us to sort out the best, and the worse is nothing but the worse with the best on our side.
A matter of belief, and strength to carry on drives the inner personality we're innate with. What we're going through at that moment is a place to fix ourselves and correct the sail of life, stand against the current, don't go with the flow, feel it, flowing, gold, and be it.
“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome.” -Edmond Dantes of The Count of Monte Cristo
Wait. Hope. A matter of storm and what it is to come, what it was that came, life, death.
The pleasure of God’s gift comes with a twinning series of unfortunate events.
The storm that is mentioned in that quote by Dantes represents the struggles. And as we walk our way out of it, the bright brush of happiness comes then after, and back again with our head against the rocks of life, a cycle that is. Yet, life isn’t all a game of what’s-destroying me next, but is a reality of who am I, what am I made and how am I destroying you next?
In the brief existence of mine, I’ve came across a vast sea of shattering, and in the midst of it, then show the master hidden inside me, what I truly am made, who I am in my struggles, and that reality makes me the man, breathing, pure, true, in its nature.
Same goes to every person, a person who can withstand you at your worse deserves you at your best, just look through your soul alongside whatever life may throw at you, and shout back as mighty and brave as you did over the past winnings and over the struggles you once had and will again, conquer.