The belly wakes up first: it needs the most protecting. After all, this is where a kind of magic happens.
The film fails to bring on any overwhelming emotions, I think because it fails to truly connect viewers with each character if they haven’t also read the book. Despite this, there’s a worthy message at the end.
With some larger life changes on the horizon, and less overall safety in the new, I’ve been gravitating towards self-protection over endless personal divulgence.
“That’s life,” my dad said, referring to the dance of ups and downs that we all endure, adding the proper metaphor, “If you didn’t have hangovers, you’d want to be drunk all the time.” Some advice courtesy of my good old Dad, he of epic assertive(and-knowing-what-the-fuck-he-wants)ness.
The crux of it, in my opinion, is your knowing and proclaiming what you genuinely value and enjoy, rather than fashioning those traits around other people’s expectations.