Mar 10, 2008
I see things. Not in the way that I see things that aren't there. Then again, I guess maybe that could be one way of putting it.
I watch, I hear, I read things that I long to have or be. We've all wished for it... the ever elusive idea of happiness. I see a film that makes me sob, simply because those pictured seem so... beautifully joyous in some sort of perfection.
Then I wonder. Not in the sense of being pathetic, or necessarily feeling sorry for myself, but is THIS all there is? Is there more to everything around me than I'm being led to believe? I see and live so much pain, so many problems everywhere around, these inescapable "truths"--death and taxes, as it's been said.
The biggest question that I can't help asking myself as I watch the same scene for the third or fourth time in a row, a couple dancing and falling in to an oblivious sense of love and ecstasy, and the question I now pose to you:
Can we overcome everything and have our own happy endings?
a petty mistake
a brilliant highlight
a misunderstanding
a celebration.
I am...
creating
moving
changing
deciding
deliberating
reacting.
I drive with windows down and heat up, just to feel the breeze.
I fall hard and love harder.
Confusion is inevitable.