THAT THING CALLED TADHANA

They say if you are meant to each other, it will be. If his destined for you he will come back to you.

But how does that go?

Is it all up to the wind?

To destiny?

To some vague force that does not show you?

This week’s movie are for those who loved, lost, yet loved again. In short, fighters… the believers of forever… true love.

This Week’s Blockbuster

THAT THING CALLED TADHANA

a film by  Antoinette Jadaone

Movie’s Brochure

Genres:

Romantic-comedy

Stars:

Angelica Panganiban, JM de Guzman, Joem Bascon

Release:

2015

Storyline: The film asks the questions "Where do broken hearts go?" and tells the story of a woman struggling to meet airline baggage requirements who meets a man who comes to her aid. Both in despair out of love, they form a charming friendship that will take them to Sagada in their attempts to mend each other's hearts and together put back the pieces of it that was broken, wasted, and denigrated. Have your bags ready and together let us find ourselves places to forget through.

THAT THING CALLED TADHANA

          There is nothing more I can realize after watching this film, but just self-worth. Many times when people are in loved they are so taken away by their feelings that they easily tend to forget that the most concrete and very foundation of love is loving actually yourself first. Love makes them forget the times that they are happy even though they are alone. Love makes them forget the times that they can find happiness and stand on their own.

          Love also makes people weak. A lot of times when people experience intimate love, when the time comes that it unfortunately ends they tend to feel hopeless and useless. That they can never get back their lives again. Forgetting the fact that before they had actually their life. Our happiness must not depend on others. Maybe we should always remember not to make a person your world because he is just a human.

         We do have different relationships with one another and each of these relationships is special in their own ways. Each relationship is molded with different edges. Different levels. Well if you were to ask me, First of course I do love the Almighty God, then my parents and sister, then my love one, then my friends. It is true that we will never feel the same love we have with two different people (for example), since they are natural uniquely different from each other. The way we love our parents is different on how we love our friends (but for some people their friends are also their families).

          Sometimes people come to our lives but not for good. They just came to teach us a lesson that could help us to better manage our future. They also came for us to realize that there are many ways how to love. That gives us different kinds of love also.

          But then, either of these loves the only thing we can sure of is that each of these experiences, each of these loves has definitely places in our hearts that we carry through to our respective journeys.

          To love is not to forget yourself. To love is to first established yourself-worth so that even these people come and go and they will somehow hurt you… you will still be whole as you, as before they came into your life. The only thing they left then is the memories and the lessons from those experiences you had that strengthens more your personality as a whole person.

          We should not be afraid to love. As sometimes the best lessons to learn through was came from the most painful situations and experiences we had. To love is not to wait for any exchange for the love you gave will be backed in time by the right person, at the right place.

          

        Go continue to love, when you got hurt then cry but after that love again. I tell you, this world is better with love.

Trailer

Just sharing this inspiring story from the film.

THE ARROW WITH A HEART PIERCED THROUGH HIM.

By Antoinette Jadaone

          There was an arrow that was getting tired of his pointy life. Until one day, he woke up feeling heavier than usual. He woke up with a heart pierced through him. “Whose heart are you? How did you get here?” the arrow asked, but there was no reply. The arrow asked everyone he met if they owned the heart; everyone denied that the heart was theirs. Each would say, “My heart hasn’t gone missing”. As the arrow continued the search, he noticed the heart was getting lighter, he did not know why; probably losing weight or he is gaining strength.

          As they passed by, someone asked, “How long have you been looking for the owner of that heart?”, but the heart did not reply, the heart did not need to. The heart just slowly moved back from the arrow, slowly, very slowly, until the heart is no longer pierced through the arrow; and so the heart moved on. The arrow who used to have a heart pierced through him tried to move on, but he was too heavy, and he was dragging himself down. The arrow could not understand why he felt heavier when he actually no longer had the load of carrying somebody’s heart.

         So the arrow tried to go back to his old, pointy life and everyday he would wake up feeling heavier than usual, but there was no heart pierced through him each time. So the arrow decided to be patient and just try to be the old arrow that he was, before he became the arrow with a heart pierced through him; so he can live normally again—and he did.

          One day he just woke up feeling a little stranger than usual, the arrow woke up being tired of his pointy life again. Until he heard a question too familiar that it was not strange at all. “Excuse me but have you lost your heart?” the arrow was surprised, it was the heart who used to be pierced through him—and there was no reply. The arrow and the heart didn’t need any.