PROLOGUE
Small dark room. Enter Me. A naked bulb hanging in the center of the
room gradually lights up. Telephone on a small high table under the bulb.
Phone rings twice.
I walk towards it. Pick it up.
Me: Hello!
(smiles widely)
I’m great. (brief pause. Smile
melts into a serious face. Nods while tears run down cheeks)
Light fades out.
CUT.
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It has been a while now that I have
been trying to shake my brains to be able to understand myself and all that
surrounds me and constitutes the me that I am right now, but all to little
avail. All that did make any sense to me was that this life is but a mere
journey. I’m not making the clichéd journey reference but what I am trying to
say is that it’s a journey that never ends. A journey where you are constantly
striving to move on and get somewhere. Where death is not the end but another
beginning on a newly laid road. It seems like a film where the frames keep
shifting and at times the transition of one frame to another might seem
disconnected or irrelevant for a moment but by the end of the story it makes
perfect sense. It’s a part of the storyline and helps the audience unfold what
the Director (Nature) is trying to convey.
There are points within the film
itself when the Editor (Fate) rips off things in certain sections and pastes
one scene next to another and as I’m the narrator of my own Film these moments
would seem really disturbing. At least for a while.
I am quite certain that I can influence
the Director and the Editor of my Film. Probably make them change how or when they
intertwine by how I take my own Story along. If I carry it well enough, they
might not feel the need to drastically change the sub plots.
Since it’s a never-ending spool of
film, the best way to keep the story going would be trying to fill every scene
and situation with at least a spark of an overwhelming sense of bursting
happiness and fullness. The characters in my Film term this sensation as Love
sometimes.
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EPILOGUE
I stand in a rocky trail that merges with the
wilderness that I see in front of me. The camera shows the whole landscape and
zooms in and shows an over the shoulder shot.
Over-the-shoulder: looks at the stretch of
wild shrubs and patches of Korean feathered grass and some wildflower overgrowth.
The setting sun casts orange hues of the landscape. Camera moves across the
horizon slowly. Taking it all in.
CUT TO: SLO-MO: Details of a bunch of coral
honeysuckle swaying in a breeze in a shallow depth of field.
CUT TO: Aerial view of me standing in the
grassland surrounded by wilderness. Camera zooms out slowly. Fades out. CUT.
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“The
purpose of life is life itself.”
― Ayn
Rand
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“Listen to
me man. This , right now, all this stuff you’re feeling, this is a footnote.
Okay?...you’re going to get out in the world and stumble into something like
contentment, I know it.”
“Is that
how it’s been for you?”
“Hell no!
But some days are alright you know? Some days are like a gift, and some days
suck. But all of that’s okay.”
―Jesse
Fisher & Dean
―Liberal
Arts (2012)
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