Who needs whom?
Who doesn't?
What's wrong?
What isnt?
Whaddya want?
What do I don't want?
Where's the love?
What love?
Where are you?
Where's who where?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
M&M
Movies are fascinating, amazing, incredulous, riveting, storytelling, inspiring.
Music - ditto.
So when you have Movies about Music, it's better than bonus on a payday, better than surprise twins, better than life after death, better than Trinity giving life to Neo.
On the radio today, they spoke about a certain Mr. Cash recording some songs in a prison and they comin' up with a CD or two and DVD about it. Come evening, and I pop in Walk The Line into the DVD player. It had been lying there for days, so why today, I ask. There aren't no coincidences in life.
Music, Love, Life. Movies on legendary lives have happy endings. Does life?
M&M's. Keeping the hope alive. Hope floats. So do I. There is supposed to be happy ending, right? Say Yes.
Music - ditto.
So when you have Movies about Music, it's better than bonus on a payday, better than surprise twins, better than life after death, better than Trinity giving life to Neo.
On the radio today, they spoke about a certain Mr. Cash recording some songs in a prison and they comin' up with a CD or two and DVD about it. Come evening, and I pop in Walk The Line into the DVD player. It had been lying there for days, so why today, I ask. There aren't no coincidences in life.
Music, Love, Life. Movies on legendary lives have happy endings. Does life?
M&M's. Keeping the hope alive. Hope floats. So do I. There is supposed to be happy ending, right? Say Yes.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Post Facto
All my posts here are questions. That's because I tend to introspect a lot and ask myself these questions. But those questions don't seem to lead nowhere. And I am sure I am not looking for answers every time.
One of those questions led me to pick up pieces of my own self and move on. I figured this is what was destined and happened for a reason. You _try_ to understand the reason and move on.
We are not here to ask questions actually. We are just here to understand the answers. The sooner you understand, the sooner life poses the next question for you.
Someone asked me, "Are you OK? What you write is really sad." I said, "I am fine". Sad is me. Kurt Cobain said, "I miss the comfort in being sad". I like to interpret that to my advantage, however incorrect it may be. Happiness is fleeting, sadness is eternal.
At the end of it all - the questions are trying to help me find my path. I am lost.
One of those questions led me to pick up pieces of my own self and move on. I figured this is what was destined and happened for a reason. You _try_ to understand the reason and move on.
We are not here to ask questions actually. We are just here to understand the answers. The sooner you understand, the sooner life poses the next question for you.
Someone asked me, "Are you OK? What you write is really sad." I said, "I am fine". Sad is me. Kurt Cobain said, "I miss the comfort in being sad". I like to interpret that to my advantage, however incorrect it may be. Happiness is fleeting, sadness is eternal.
At the end of it all - the questions are trying to help me find my path. I am lost.
Question
Trinity tells Neo, "It's the question that drives us".
I question everything.
Is my existence justified?
What am I doing here?
Why am I even here?
Have you ever sat face to face with someone or thought about sitting face to face, and not saying anything? In movies, there a soothing symphony playing, when it comes to me - a raucous cacophony - What am I doing here? Is this stare game going to end? There's that report to finsh still. Do I make enough money? Does she love me? Is this too much like the movies, but just more meaningless? What is she thinking?
May be I should really meditate. Maybe I should focus on whats important. Maybe I am waiting for someone to tell me that. I am sure I will not listen to that person. May be I should figure it out. Maybe I am should just trudge along. Maybe I should be happy. Maybe I should be less me.
It's the question that drives us. What's the question? What?
I question everything.
Is my existence justified?
What am I doing here?
Why am I even here?
Have you ever sat face to face with someone or thought about sitting face to face, and not saying anything? In movies, there a soothing symphony playing, when it comes to me - a raucous cacophony - What am I doing here? Is this stare game going to end? There's that report to finsh still. Do I make enough money? Does she love me? Is this too much like the movies, but just more meaningless? What is she thinking?
May be I should really meditate. Maybe I should focus on whats important. Maybe I am waiting for someone to tell me that. I am sure I will not listen to that person. May be I should figure it out. Maybe I am should just trudge along. Maybe I should be happy. Maybe I should be less me.
It's the question that drives us. What's the question? What?
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