We all sometimes wonder whether it is better to live in the past, when you were happy,
or in the present, where there’s nothing left of what you loved.
The life of our hero is the embodiment of well-being and success. A
fine house, a great job, a beautiful wife and a beloved daughter.
But now all this exists only in his imagination. A tragedy has transformed his reality
into a dream that continuously repeats itself, where the ending cannot be changed in
any way. His life stopped at a moment where he was really happy; when life still had
a meaning; when there was something in the morning that was worth waking up for,
and people to hold tight when you fell asleep. Every time he wakes up he tries to live
through that day again when he made a mistake.
And if love is a facet of madness, is it not better to be a happy madman than come to
terms with the fact that your loved ones are no longer there?