Steak Chalupa’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Softness is great and strength is worthless. When a man is born, he is soft and pliable. When he dies, he is strong and hard. When a tree grows, it is soft and pliable. But when it is dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Flexibility and softness are the embodiment of life. That which has become hard shall not triumph."
More or less I think this specific line is the most important part of the whole movie. Being depressed for years (not necessarily gone either) hardened me so much and now that I've been feeling better in recent months, all I want to do is be soft and vulnerable and forgiving and open to experience, and to embrace being afraid. Nothing is cool about being hardened by our harsh and cruel world. We never let anything in if we let our experiences harden us. The meaning of life is about reverting back to the exact childlike wonder and innocence we see in kids that we once possessed but seemingly cannot return to. Growing up is so damn hard because we are hardened by our experiences. We feel like we cannot function in normal society without prescribing to these hardened beliefs. That is why it’s all so fucking hard. The movie ends on the shot of the child because that same innocence, curiosity, and blissful unawareness is what we want to chase all along.