"Never let me go" and some thoughts.

I've spent the last couple of days watching films and laying in my sofa. One of those films was "Never let me go" and the last scene from it really sink into me. It is a monologue Kathy has with herself:

I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since childhood is washed up. 
I tell myself if that where true and I waited long enough... then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy. He'd wave and maybe call... I don't let the fantasy go beyond that. I can't let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. (...) Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through or feel we've had enough time.

You don't decide what surrounds you, but you decide where you focus your attention on.

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