"Little Women"

Today I watched this film for -nearly- the third time. Watching it reminded me of some discovery that I tend to forget: I cannot have the love that I used to imagine; my imagination is based on movies and these are made to be perfect and to be enjoyed, but reality -especially our reality, in terms of time and epoch- is something different. Love is not that important anymore. So, I acquired a little insight about something else: perhaps all this fuss of Modernism and Post-Modernism was about an age where people realized that love is not really the ultimate meaning in this world. The only problem is that they did not want to believe that and kept rejecting their time longing for the dead, past one.