The title of this movie intrigued me since I first heard of it. 

How can you love a bomb?

But after much Byron Katie work and amounts on reading on how to accept what is, I find the exercise of loving the bomb to be quite effective.

Because we all have to accept the negative parts of life if we are to endure it. 

And one could even try to love them, if we are to enjoy it, or at least stop suffering from it.

I remember the frst time I thought to myself death is good was when listening to Charlie Chaplin's speech in the Great Dictator, when he says:

"The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish…"

I had the realisation then that death can be good, as it means bad people die also.

So we can love death too.

We can love every negative thought we have and every bad thing that happens in our daily life, has ever happened or will happen.

It's more than optimism or positive thinking. 

It's radical acceptance. Radical love. 

A strange love.

Just something that made me giggle