Ruins

I've just watched the first part of Julia Robert's Eat, Pray, Love (Italy part). It's not my first time watching it, yet it still give me the same effect. Why is it like that? Haven't I change? Maybe there's still the same issue that going on and on in my head, something that I don't know how to let it out.

In that part of the movie, Liz talks about the ruins of the city. Who ever build it wouldn't have imaged that it will only be ruins. It was a beautiful architecture before the war came. And did life disappeared? No, people build a new life around that ruin and life goes on. And that ruins is still there as a reminder of the heartbreaks and it is also it's a symbol of a transformation. My question is, am I ready for that transformation? Are you?

Here's the complete quote from Elizabeth Gilbert, the author:

“A friend took me to the most amazing place the other day. It’s called the Augusteum. Octavian Augustus built it to house his remains. When the barbarians came they trashed it a long with everything else. The great Augustus, Rome’s first true great emperor. How could he have imagined that Rome, the whole world as far as he was concerned, would be in ruins. It’s one of the quietest, loneliest places in Rome. The city has grown up around it over the centuries. It feels like a precious wound, a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same. Settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked at around to this place, at the chaos it has endured – the way it has been adapted, burned, pillaged and found a way to build itself back up again. And I was reassured, maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic, it’s just the world that is, and the real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.”

Don't you think is true? I do...