i watched the shawshank redemption tonight. i’d seen it before when i was much younger and i didn’t remember a lot of things from it. i didn't realize how much of the film centered around hope. that’s one of the reasons i like growing up. i like the learning. the understanding. the seeing a bigger picture. the reassurance--even through a movie--that there’s something out there so much greater than me.
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Red: I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.
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Andy Dufresne: That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you…Haven’t you ever felt that way about music?
Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it, though. Didn’t make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne: Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don’t forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne: Forget that…there are places in this world that aren’t made out of stone. That there’s something inside…that they can’t get to, that they can’t touch. That’s yours.
Red: What’re you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.
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Red: I find I’m so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
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