I’ve been on the verge of suicide at numerous points of my life. I keep trying to convince myself that everything is going to get better; yet nothing I find out of my life is set to really change that. Even my own peers seem to be of no use to me anymore, even when I feel like they’re supposed to be the ones I trust most. My whole life feels like I’m just stuck inside of a void that only digs a much deeper hole as it keeps going on, and I lose track even of what is supposedly happy in this world anymore. Sometimes I find myself watching a movie hoping that I can find myself escaping this void even if it lasts temporarily, but even as that feeling can provide temporary relief from the most painful moments in one’s life, we leave hoping it would last forever. Then there comes a film like Harold and Maude, which also has a lingering empathy for what brings people like myself to where we are right now, even amidst all the absurdity of what goes on – but perhaps that helps in ensuring the film’s own statement on life lasts on, it’s absurd, full of joys, with the inevitable sadness, that’s how we continually move forward.