A really good film has just started on BBC2, 'Last Chance Harvey.'
Emma Thompson and Dustin Hoffman.
Its a lovely little tale of two ordinary folk, who have the normal kind of complicated messed up existence, that we all share. Their lives collide, and well, I wont tell you the rest, you should just watch it.
But whenever I do watch it, the title of the film always makes me feel a bit sad inside.
Nobody wants to run out of chances.
Its rather dispiriting and depressing to think we only get a limited number of chances in life.
And a last chance, well, that makes me feel even more hopeless.
Perhaps I'm dreamer, but I like to try and believe that we have an infinite number of chances.
That if we mess things up, we can mop up the spillage, and start again.
The pressure of knowing that it was our last chance, surely would be enough to ruin everything anyway. Better to keep on telling ourselves that we can always start over tomorrow.
Just like the wise words of Anne (of the Green Gables variety), "tomorrow is always fresh, with no mistakes in it."
Its not a last chance, just another chance.
I think I'm making sense...