A while ago, someone mentioned that Seven Pounds is a great film. Recently I watched it in order to appreciate how great this film was but it appeared to me a total nonsense. It was about a man, out of negligence involved in a traffic accident which killed seven people (including his beloved wife). Then, he was living in guilt and tried to do something to compensate this irreversible fault. So this film was all about his ‘over-compensation’, and the most ridiculous part at the end, he killed himself in order to spare his heart to somebody. To me, this is merely transferring his guilt to somebody else. If I were the receiver of the organ, I would probably unable to live with myself if I knew that someone committed suicide to have his heart recycled, for my sake!!

A lot of time, people showing some ‘nice’ gestures to other people are not solely out of kindness. They are more or less doing it for themselves. What they did will make themselves feel good, or at least better, but not really for the sake of other people, or genuinely care about them. There are all kinds of selfish act in this world, but I guess being kind to be selfish is the easiest way to camouflage your own shortcoming. For example, you beg for forgiveness not because you thought you have hurt someone. You probably want to get rid of the guilt which is bothering you, or at some point, you still want the relationship to continue. Sometimes I wonder if I am getting less and less appreciative to people’s kindness. But deep inside me, I just cannot convinced myself that what they did are really so selfless! I don’t find things as ‘touching’ as they appeared to be, like tears do not necessary represent sadness or how deep one’s feeling. It represents a moment of emotional turmoil. The more I see, the more distant I feel my connection to this world of humans, and the things they did! To me, it is nothing wrong to be selfish and self-centred, as long as it does not affect other people, or they have to bear any adverse consequences to make your life complete.