I’m Nobody! Who are you?

I recently watched the film "Mr. Nobody". It required the full attention of my neurons (a me with elbows on the table staring intensely and almost without blinking for 141 minutes). This was one of those movies which rewires your brain and at the end you feel like you just returned from your trip through the beautiful rings of Saturn. It was a beautiful film.

A boy has a choice to make, mommy or daddy. The story is about his choices and how each will affect the other and his life. From whom he loves or not, where he lives, how he dies. We live in a linear dimension, a world that moves forward. Each choice we make has a result and every result has more choices to be made.

“You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible.”
Jaco Van Dormael, Mr. Nobody

The boy knew all the possibilities to his life depending on what he choose. Each one equally tragic. Sometimes the best choice is not to choose. What if you knew all the results to each of your choices? They say for each choice you make a new universe is born. So in the end, a part of you has to deal with the other choice. But if this, who is you, in this universe, could choose according to the best outcome, would you leave things to chance? If in the end, we all die anyway.

I like to believe that each choice matters, and through each result we learn. I like to believe that the best choices are those made out of love. I like to believe that somewhere, there is another me, living the choices and opportunities I missed and somehow hope she is as happy as I am now. Maybe we are all but a dream being dreamed by a child who is being dreamed by another child. So in the end, we are all Nobody’s.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
-Emily Dickinson

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