看到安省弓弩弑父的新闻，选择如此笨重的杀人工具如此血腥的杀人方式，假如凶手精神还正常的话，天知道心里埋藏了多大的仇恨。记得有心理学家说过：正常人是很难正面近距离枪爆一个手无寸铁的人的头，所以一般都选择后脑或者蒙上他们的眼睛。
说起弓弩杀人想到了一部电影：《The Weather Man》（天气预报员）片中男主角也曾经用箭瞄准着另一个人的头，
提到枪爆后脑又想起了另一部电影：《American Beauty》（美国丽人），这个故事可不是happy ending。
同是描述中年危机的电影，各有各的经典。附录海报及部分经典台词。

l remember once...imagining what my life would be like,what l'd be like.
l pictured having all these qualities.Strong, positive qualities...that people could pick up on from across a room.
But as time passed...few ever became any qualities l actually had.
And all the possibilities l faced,and the sorts of people l could be...all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer...
until finally they got reduced to one...to who l am.

我记得自己曾经设想过未来以及未来的我。
我想象过自己会拥有那些坚韧优秀的品质，使我区别于芸芸众生。
但是，随着时间的推逝，我发现自己不曾拥有其中任何一个，
并且所有我曾经面对的各种关于生活的可能性，以及我可能成为的各式人等都在逐年减少，
最后只剩下一种：现在的我。

I had always heard your entire life flashes...in front of your eyes the second before you die.
First of all,that one second...isn't a second at all.
It stretches on forever,like an ocean of time.
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp,watching falling stars.
And yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street.
Or my grandmother's hands and the way her skin seemed like paper.
And the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand-new Firebird.
And Janie And Janie And... Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me,
but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.
And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it.
And then it flows through me like rain,and I can't feel anything
but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
But don't worry.You will someday.

听说人在死前的一秒钟，他的一生会闪过眼前。首先，其实不是一秒钟，而是延伸成无止境的时间，就像时间的海洋。对我来说，我的一生是躺在草地上看着流星雨，还有街道上枯黄的枫叶，或是奶奶手上纸一样的皮肤，还有我第一次看到托尼表哥那辆全新的火鸟跑车，还有珍妮，还有卡洛琳。我猜我死了应该生气才对，但世界这么美，不该一直生气。有时候一直看完会无法承受，我的心像涨满的气球随时会爆，后来我记得要放轻松，别一直想要紧抓着不放，所有的美就像雨水一样洗涤着我，让我对我这卑微愚蠢的生命，在每一刻都充满感激。你一定不知道我在说什么，别担心，总有一天你会明白。