Minister: Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see
a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings
attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every
time you choose. But maybe you wont know for twenty years. And you
may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance
to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they
say there is no fate, but there is: its what you create. And even
though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a
fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent
being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain,
wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone
or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems
to but it doesnt really. And so you spend your time in vague
regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along.
Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel
whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so
angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is
Ive felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long
Ive been pretending Im OK, just to get along, just for, I dont
know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery,
because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

- Synecdoche, New York (2008)