Frida Kahlo I hope the exit is joyful and hope never to return, You know how Myspace provides an area on your profile where you can enter a quote and it displays next to your profile picture. Since I’m not clever enough to come up with my own quotes, I like to show quotes that I appreciate, but other people came up with.
I take a liking to some random quotes, but for whatever reason, one might speak to me and I’ll latch on to it. All this gave me a cool idea, I thought, why not periodically post my favorite quotes on my blog. You can tell me what you think about each one, whether you like it or not, maybe post a comment with a quote you like… whatevers clever… Just say something about it. I'd love it if you commented about, how you interpret each quote.
For the first one, I chose a sort of morbid quote by Frida Kahlo: "I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return". I first heard it while watching Frida, one of the best movies of all time, no joke. It was at the end of the movie, the movie ended with Frida on her death bed with her husband, Diego Rivera, celebrating their anniversary early – immediately cutting to a Frida painting of her bed, on fire (she wanted to be cremated, atypical of Mexicans, mostly because Mexico is a Catholic country), and the quote painted over the bed. In reality, Frida wrote that very sentence in her diary a few days before passing.
I don't exactly understand why I like this quote so much. While I would hope my exit from this life to be joyful, I’d actually fancy returning. I like the rebellious nature of the latter part of the quote. In my mind, assumably, most people would want to return, but being the rebel she was, she wouldn’t dare follow suit.
She lived life to the fullest, did everything she wanted to, so coming back would be pointless. I guess she was in a lot of pain for most of her life (back problems caused by a bus accident). A life laden with that amount of pain would make you want nothing else but to rest, to rid of the pain for good, not to come back and deal with it again. I’m rambling again and I’m hungry – I worked out way too hard last night – I’m gonna stop typing now… is this really happening or am I dreaming?
