With my respect, Jo

I can't figure out why it used to be the one of the least films I wanna watched. For now it has already replaced Pride and Prejudice in my heart, which was once to be my favorite for years. When I see Jo, I see myself. I comprehend her regrets, every attempt she did, her anger, her insistence as well as her loneliness. The one who cares the most, lost the most. The one who fights, who sacrifices. "Do you love him?" "I'm just so lonely." I don't really appreciate the ending, neither of them. Personally, it would be more acceptable if a little woman like Jo continues to look for her way, without a sudden heritage or a well-established institution under her name. Money is something she always worked for, but not chased for. The reality is always changeable and seldomly shows any mercy. Confusion, struggling and always choose to be back to the battlefield after getting some rests would be my writing for Jo as for my current stage. I see not only marriage and personal choice, but also fates under era, intimate relationships, forgiveness and acceptance. When Jo was smiling, making concessions and aruging the bargaining power with the publisher, I knew she was different from who she used to be. I don't feel it right or wrong. That's just the chemical reactions between time and experience. We all would be in this way, no matter who we were and what we were insisting. As the beginning: I've had lots of troubles... Yet, I still believe that no one can bring you the sense of security except yourself.