freedom, impermanence and love

When I was probably around 13 or 14 I saw a weird film about a young man’s romantic relationship with a much older woman. The only other thing I remembered as my life sauntered along and the film occasionally resurfaced was that the young man in the film kept faking his own death.

The film of course is Harold and Maude, and a couple of weeks ago, I watched it again, for the first time in a ridiculously long time.


The funny thing is, I tried to watch it again a few years ago when a friend recommended it, but it was late at night and I was a little bit under the weather (drunk), and it didn’t work out. I say it’s a funny thing, because in retrospect, I don’t think that was the right time to watch it. Instead, when I watched it for the second time a couple of weeks ago, that was the right time to watch it.

I’ve been getting more into Buddhism again recently, you see. You may remember I was dabbling with it a couple of years ago when I chanted for that street-cat in Italy and inadvertently killed it. (I don’t really think I killed it by the way. I’m joking. I’m joking about life and death. Ha ha!)

And the reason I’ve decided it was right that I watched it now and not then is because Harold and Maude is a very Buddhist film. Which is to say, it has a lot of Buddhist themes and philosophy in it.

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And I don’t think that would have meant so much to me a few years ago as it does now.

Apart from anything else, it’s a brilliant, inspirational, invigorating, awesome little film and I wholeheartedly recommend you watch it.

So there you go.


You can read about the Buddhist elements here if you like. Or not bother. And you can find the film all over the place. (Update: Netflix for one.)


Good God, look at the time.




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