November 4, Monday — 10:25 PM
As has become somewhat of a personal ritual, I welcomed November by watching Sweet November. Again. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen this film. And honestly, I’m not even sure why I love it so much.
“Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time…”
—Enya, A Day Without Rain, 2000
These beautiful lyrics from Only Time, performed by the incomparable Enya, echo softly through a few scenes in the film. The song, originally from her 2000 album A Day Without Rain, feels like a quiet wave, carrying us through the emotional undercurrents of the story. There’s something infinite and uncertain in it — like floating on a calm ocean without direction, and somehow, that feels okay.
If you’re here for a film review, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place. This isn’t about Sweet November as a movie. It’s about what it leaves behind in me, what it stirs up, and where it quietly takes my thoughts.
To me, Sweet November is a film about letting go. It’s about slowing down and becoming still enough to notice the noise in your head that isn’t yours, and then choosing to listen to your voice instead.
It’s about depth and the quiet magic of surrendering to the flow of life.
It’s about rewriting your own rules, choosing how you want to live, and truly living it. It’s about kindness, generosity without expectation, intimacy, and sincerity.
It reminds me that we can put in effort, make plans, and seek joy without needing to control everything.
I think the control is a beast, one that feeds off our need to feel safe. The more we feed it, the bigger it grows. It becomes our illusion, then our reality, and eventually, it consumes us. We become it.
Anxious. Always hungry for certainty.
And destroying all the things, including us.
There’s only one thing that can help us: love.
It’s not being loved by someone else — just love…
I hope that love leads us to our home, to the place we’ve separated.
Maybe one day…
Who knows?
Only time…