I watched Living, last night, with Bill Nighy in the lead. The protagonists final speech goes as follows:
“I wonder, Mr. Wakefield, if I may turn to matters which you may consider more personal. I have no wish to belittle our playground, but I put it to you that it was, all the same, a small thing. And, that it will, before long, go the way of most small things. It may fall into disrepair, or be superseded by some grander scheme. To speak plainly, we cannot assume to have erected a lasting monument. Should there become days where it’s no longer clear to you to what end you are directing your daily efforts, when the sheer grind of it all threatens to reduce you to the kind of state in which I so long existed, I urge you then to recall our little playground and the modest satisfaction that became our due upon its completion.”