dead poets sociaty, salute you!

I saw this film by accident in a evening after a hard-working day.
after typing the key word "ethan hawk" in the blank by film searching I got a list of works automaticly and the name "dead poets sociaty" cautch my attention immediatly cause of the wierd name. I throught it could be about real death(atcually it did), over violence just like fighting club or mysterious organisation or somewhat.
but I was totally wrong, this is a quite moving film what i ever seen.
to follow the dream? to be different(like Bob said in Graduate, by Dustin Hoffman)? to chose the way which little person take?
ask your soul, do you like the the way you are living?
Ethan Hawk played really good. As he walked in the snow, said: it's beautiful, right? and the tears turned down he couldn't hold himself. i feel the sorrow he felt of losing a tight friend, who encaraged him to be himself and throw the pencil-set away.
It is definitely the most emotionalised scene in the film, at my point of view.
but the Mr. Keating's way of teaching is also quite impressive, to enlight the gift of writing of Anderson. As the shy boy expressed his mind how wild, crazy Whitney is, i do pleseant about his achievment.

there is someone wrote on douban.com, I don't want to die without life.
these words can turn me to cry.
did I realy had a life with quaulity? why the life must be like a battle? who made the rules which we must follow all life long?

by consearning my own situation, I chose my major by myself to be an architect making fancy designs. but in reality I think the job is boring at the beginging phase to be an assistant architect. in Germany I work in a renommd office, but what are thez doing can not satisfy me. my life are full of unsatisfy, i even hate myself as I refused to work out a one day studio to pass the cours and get the score.
this is nothing about dream, passion or idear.
I like to learn sime thing realy new. for eample in means of learning a foreign language and travalling around the world. when I am on the why, I have a feel of content. I think I am brave, I am using the 2 legs to walking which is a natraul feature the god gave. and my brain, I must get it socialised. it's a conflict, a conflict without solution. eather to be anomynous, or be as myself.

spend too much time, if what you ever got is only comlainment, it is a tragedy. but too care about the goal, it's also like a gamble.

what should I do? the wise people will never get themself free from sorrow and worry, this is also a gift gave by god. like the poets, to be onself, it is too hard in this world.

anyway, I will alway remember the handsome young faces, and they stood on the desk to salute Mr. Keating like a real teacher.

feeding onself, it is simply not funny at all!