I am still processing my feelings. You had to mourn the loss of those men at the end of Lone Survivor. If you have not seen it, their pictures were set to a revised version of this song, which I have always assumed was about homosexual lovers. It does have a feel to it, though, which helps me understand why it was chosen.
I have an odd sensibility: in general simple sadness does not make me cry, but courage, pushing the envelope and falling over, going for it without reservation, suffering bravely–these get me.
As I ponder it, there is something mythic about this film, something I can’t put my finger on. Maybe it is love. Maybe it is connection with our own mortality and sense of the importance of life. I don’t know, but it is very real.
May you be blessed with a beautiful misery that teaches you something useful.