I rewatched the movie "Fists of Legend."

I enjoyed it when it was first released a long time ago,
but now that I am in my forties, I found myself watching it through tears.
I thought I had only gotten older,
but it seems my perspective has changed a lot over all these years.
Anyway.
Actor Choi Min-sik's eyes look so young back then.
Ryu Seung-bum also acted with such total immersion, as if the character Sam-hwan—a bit of a loose cannon—was his true self,
which really drew me into the movie.
At the end, when Choi Min-sik (Taeshik) and Ryu Seung-bum (Sam-hwan)
face off in the rookie championship, staking their entire lives, their families, and their own repentance,
it was truly difficult to decide who to root for.
And although I already knew, I realized it once again.
I felt deeply once more that everyone has a desperate, earnest reason why they must win.
When Sam-hwan's silent but warm-hearted father passed away,
and Taeshik's son, Seo-jin, who had previously said he was ashamed of his "ignorant" father, came back to find Taeshik to say he was sorry...
The tears just poured out of me.
Why are all our fathers like this?
My father also had to grow up prematurely and pretend to be an adult because of an imperfect child like me,
living strongly to act as a shield for me,
when in reality, he was just, just, just a human being.
Because of the name "Father," he was pushed to the very edge of the battlefield of life,
enduring and living a life of survival just to protect his family.
After my father passed away,
as I lived my life silently, reviewing his life several times a day,
the words that escaped my lips with a sigh were:
"Dad was just a baby, too."
After watching the movie, I miss my father so much and think of him constantly.