Let The Film Roll

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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