New Years 2022
Last night my parents and I watched Life is Beautiful to welcome in the New Year. I grew up on that movie—with “Bongiorno Principessa” on my dad’s lips and with my mom‘ s begrudging smile after. There is so much joy and laughter on that screen. I forgot, though, how my heart breaks at this movie when I watch it.
With tears streaming down my face, I say, “this is so sad, so depressing.” My dad shook his head. “No, it’s a story about hope.”
Hope is a word I am scared of. It’s hard for me to think about hope without somehow tearing up. I don’t exactly know why, and I don’t think I ever really will, but I want to hope. I want to live in the sort of heart breaking beauty we are taught to avoid.
