This has been triggered by The Bridges of Madison County. The movie had been recommended by two close friends and, one workday afternoon, I decided that even if caused the collapse of my empire I must watch it.The movie is about a middle-aged houswife and an itinerant photographer finding love during their four day tryst. The meeting does not last beyond those four days but the feeling outlasts even their lives. The movie is beautifully nuanced; one of the finest I have seen. But this is not meant to be a review of the film.
There exist in us vaccuums that we may or may not be conscious of. The more you grow in years, the greater are the chances that the crevices will make their presence felt. When you are young, an entire life of possibilities stretches out ahead like a landscape full of promise and it is hard to be pessimistic about finding "true love". But, with the passage of time, the gaps emerge and one yearns to connect with those who might help fill in some. The fortunate ones do find companionship in marriage or friendship that shrink the vaccuums and puts bridges across the crevices.
For the rest, it is a lonely trudge, and the privation can only be relieved by muttering to oneself.......