memoirs of wild...

last night i rented Memoirs of a Geisha. What a beautiful film. i could talk about it for the next hour, but i will just say one thing. why is it that we often have to hate that which we love before we can receive it fully? why did Saruyi have to give up her heart and chase for the chairman before he would come to her? i have slowly learned how true this is in the past little while of being married, that often hate is a stronger love than indifference is. but i guess i just don't understand. why does it have to be this way? Why can we not just love and be loved? Why does true love, deep love, have to involve hate and surrender?

thoughts...