The Rest is confetti..

So, I am re-visiting this show called the haunting of the hill house. It’s about horror experiences of a family and how that leads them to be further dysfunctional and even disgruntled especially the five siblings. In the end of the show the main protagonist; the youngest sibling says this line to her siblings who kept fighting each other and blaming each other for their situation and she says that I love you all and you love me the same and the rest is just confetti.
This line is very simple and yet very profound.
It touched me so much that If I was into tattoos, I would have gotten this tattooed.
Here is how I interpret this metaphor :-
There are people in our lives we love, it could be romantic or otherwise( ..family.. friends )and we have our differences, fights & remonstrances with them but outside of our love for each other, everything else is fleeting.
It sure can be colorful and overwhelming & at times blinding and probably dancing in front of our eyes more often than it should.
But if we look at it right, these are just colorful moments of life that flits and dances, falls and finally fades in the background like snow in those glass decor crystal
globes
Most of the moments of our lives aren’t linear, or black or white as we think them to be.
This quote is about finding hope, innocence and forgiveness in the final reckoning and moving on.
The rest is the stuff that falls around us, and flits away into nothing (confetti).
It’s the love that stays. It’s the love we share with them that matters.
Further applying this to our break-ups and heartbreaks and people we left behind, feel your true emotions in the moment but don’t let the painful moments define you rather let them fall around like a confetti; real but also settled. In those moments that love was real and felt; you loved them, and they loved you (completely) and that is what matters. Everything else (the fact it didn’t sustain, breakup, fights, sourness) are just small fragments scattered around this beautiful sentiment called life.


