An embrace. A caress of a shoulder. The chance to fall in love. The taste of coffee.
What does it mean to be alive? What are the very things, however large or small, that make life worth living?
Wim Wenders’ “Wings of Desire,” is a meditation on those things, filmed beautifully, and it has been haunting me (in a good way) since I saw it for the first time recently. The angels portrayed in "Wings of Desire" serve as the eyes of God, watching over creation. One of them desires to become mortal: to feel, to touch, to taste, to experience the millions of seemingly mundane moments in our everyday lives.
The film is shot in monochromatic tones, except when we are seeing things through the eyes of humans. Then we get full-blown color, meant to wed the depth of the human experience with the richness of the possibilities of our surroundings.
Of course, this film offers much more, but my takeaway resides in the appreciation of the little things. Which, in reality, are the big things.
Readers of this blog know the things that are life-affirming to me, and “Wings of Desire” is an ethereal reminder to appreciate them, live with them, and soak up what life has to offer. Make connections, rise above isolation, and witness the grace that is out there.
Even though it sometimes can be hard to see.
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