Differences

Finally caught The Wrestler last night. I think it's a much better movie than Slumdog, the performance by Mickey Rourke was incredible. There was so much pain, history and personal experiences woven into his acting. It was more of a parallel of his life played out on screen. Everything just looked so bleak.

It got me thinking halfway through. Do I want my own life to end up this way? A washed up has-been? To be all alone in the world, reliving past glories? It frightens me. To struggle your whole life and see what defines you being taken away by the cruel onslaught of time. Is this what it means to live?

In one of the most tender moments in the movie, the lead character, Randy 'The Ram' Robinson speaks with his daughter (whom he sort of walked out on), "I'm an old broken down piece of meat and I deserve to be all alone, I just don't want you to hate me."

There's nothing left in the end when you're all alone without family and friends.

In his acceptance speech for his Golden Globe award, Rourke said, "I'd like to thank all my dogs. The ones that are here, the ones that aren't here anymore because sometimes when a man's alone, that's all you got is your dog. And they've meant the world to me."

It's just so sad, isn't it?