Fragments: This is us

From the series that my boyfriend loves oh so much:

“[..] life is full of colour and we each get to come along and we add our own colour to the painting, you know? And even though it’s not very big—the painting—you sort of have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, in each direction? So, like, to infinity, you know. ‘Cause that’s kinda like life.

And then I started to think, what if we’re all in the painting, everywhere? And what if we’re in the painting before we’re born? What if we’re in it after we die? And these colours that we keep adding, they just keep getting added on top of one another, until eventually we’re not even different colours anymore. We’re just, one thing. One painting.

My dad, he’s not with us anymore. He’s not alive, but he’s with us. He’s with me every day. It all just sort of fits somehow, even if you don’t understand how yet… I mean, it’s kind of beautiful, right, if you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting.

I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no ‘You’ or ‘Me’ or ‘Them.’ It’s just ‘Us.’”

This is us. Season 1, episode 6

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