That Thing Called Tadhana is a Filipino indie film that has struck the country, and still does in their third going fourth week of showing in theaters nationwide. As the title reads, viewers initially thought that the movie was going to be about love or a love story of a couple. It is, in a way, but I guess the director has something in his mind to disguise its real story behind a happy title.
This film drags the sense of reality into the world of dramatic representation of real-life issues. It talks about the complications of moving on, letting go, of when, why and how. Personally, I have not felt anything as complex as romantic heartache but this movie shows the facts and figures I have yet to see. I have felt the need to listen to every words. How flushing the rage out of your system can make the pain go. It’s not even about how long you’ll feel miserable. It talks about the moment, the present and how eventually, you’ll start seeing the things, or new things, that make up your world together, more than the things or the people in your past did
This is what the film is trying to tell me, or at least I thought so:
Love is not measured or determined by time or memories shared together. Love is not about you. It is about who you see through the eyes of the person that mirrors your feelings. Forgetting the person you have once shared the world with couldn’t have a right time or duration. Forgetting is not about waiting for the chance to where and when to throw everything away. Forgetting is a choice. It is up to you how to treat the happy and wonderful days of your history, but in the end, you have to keep looking forward to the days you have yet to feel happier and grand.
And, like how the late professor Morrie Schwartz said it, “Don’t let go too soon, but don’t hang on too long.”