“We choose the love we think we deserve,” and until you find that one, sitting there suspended in time, it’s a ton of trial and error. A wallflower is said to be a most interesting type of individual, but externally they are shy, and people take no notice of the brilliance within. For a time, this used to be me – Charlie. “Sing me to sleep; I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore… Deep in the cell of my heart, I would feel so glad to go.”
Life can be cruel and ruled by time. It seems that when we are young time drags along, however when we are old it hastens and never slows. The years we have in front of us, no matter the age, are all that we have. We can’t choose where we come from but we can choose where we are going. “And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad.”
Stephen Chbosky translated the novel onto celluloid in such a dramatic and artistic way that it was as humble as it was boastful in its execution. Feeling the progression of each character’s developmental growth, as an intended audience viewer, is where this film establishes response with the audience; thus the foundation for the overall attraction and gravitational pull, and flux of emotions becomes paramount.
There are specific moments in life that we desperately yearn to eclipse us in such a profound way that once they’ve occurred it will be better than what our minds dreamt up. Once that moment happens, we will no longer be writing alone but participating with those that we love, and that love us right back. “I can see it… The moment when you’re not a sad story…You’re alive.”