Hope. A good book, or a touching song. We devote time to these things because they remind us of how hopelessly, romantically beautiful life can be. And it can be anything that makes you feel this way. It could be a special someone, or watching a sweet interaction between a grandfather and grandchild. You know that feeling you get after you reach the end of a movie (no, not a horror film, thriller, or action movie), and you feel so happy, as though you can conquer the world? We are relentlessly hopefuls and look for what gives life the “joie de vivre”; grasping on to that fleeting moment of happiness. Keep grasping those little moments the movies remind you off; they are what make life precious.