Painting the sky with stars…

I recently walked out of a cinema (named The Labia – possibly because you’re reborn by the time you walk out?) and sat down to have coffee with someone. A very heated discussion followed.

This particular discussion was about my life because the person wanted to share their opinions on it, which were somewhat different from mine. In the middle of this discussion  we somehow ended up discussing the movie too. We had somewhat different opinions on that as well.

I thought the movie was about two people who set each other free – they saw each other’s hearts and by doing so they created a space for each other where they could live their dreams.

To the person I was with, the movie was about something else, just as my life was about something else. Which goes to show that a lot of things are figments of our own imagination, including how we see the people in our life.

What I thought so special about the movie was the wonder of the people who really see us and our world; people whom we can truly share a moment with, because we’re actually experiencing the same moment. The kind of people who understand what it is that makes us come alive and not only allow us to do it, but share it with us because it gives them joy too.

I think those are the people who set us free because they want us to be who we are. They see us for who we are and talk to the real us. If we step away from our truth, they challenge us.

We can learn from a lot of different people – every day is a chance to learn something new if you just observe – but I believe the people who see our heart and share our world with us are the kind of people who make us paint the sky with stars. Our own stars. The stars we long to create. It’s the sensation of complete freedom as you’re you and they are they and it just is. And I believe that makes you sparkle; it makes your heart come alive because it’s free to just be and when our heart is alive, we sparkle.

I think there are places like that too. I remember walking around Paris the first time I was there, thinking it was nothing special. Because Paris was like me. And that made Paris one of the most special places I’ve ever been, but it didn’t give me a big high, it just made me feel free. It made me feel like me. Had I not stayed on, I might never have discovered that though, because it really did not strike me at first that the simplicity and freedom I felt was special. It just was. But just being is a gift of the gods and eventually we catch onto how it makes us sparkle.

It’s the same way I feel about filmmaking and two quotes from my favorite movie might just sum it up too!

So often in my life I’ve been with people and shared beautiful moments like travelling or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew it was a special moment, but something was always wrong. I wished I’d been with someone else. I knew that what I was feeling – exactly what was so important to me – they didn’t understand.

I believe if there’s any kind of God it wouldn’t be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there’s any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.

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…and the below is not really what this post is about, but you know it’s from the same movie and I think it’s one of the most epic scenes of all time…because, well, it’s true. We need to get off trains more often. The problem is, usually we don’t even realize there’s a train to get off. We’re too busy doing something else, or too caught up in fear, or “logical” thinking patterns, to even realize our own heart’s calling. 

Jesse: Alright, I have an admittedly insane idea, but if I don’t ask you this it’s just, uh, you know, it’s gonna haunt me the rest of my life

Celine: What?

Jesse: Um… I want to keep talking to you, y’know. I have no idea what your situation is, but, uh, but I feel like we have some kind of, uh, connection. Right?

Celine: Yeah, me too.

Jesse: Yeah, right, well, great. So listen, so here’s the deal. This is what we should do. You should get off the train with me here in Vienna, and come check out the capital.

Celine: What?

Jesse: Come on. It’ll be fun. Come on.

Celine: What would we do?

Jesse: Umm, I don’t know. All I know is I have to catch an Austrian Airlines flight tomorrow morning at 9:30 and I don’t really have enough money for a hotel, so I was just going to walk around, and it would be a lot more fun if you came with me. And if I turn out to be some kind of psycho, you know, you just get on the next train.

Jesse: Alright, alright. Think of it like this: jump ahead, ten, twenty years, okay, and you’re married. Only your marriage doesn’t have that same energy that it used to have, y’know. You start to blame your husband. You start to think about all those guys you’ve met in your life and what might have happened if you’d picked up with one of them, right? Well, I’m one of those guys. That’s me y’know, so think of this as time travel, from then, to now, to find out what you’re missing out on. See, what this really could be is a gigantic favor to both you and your future husband to find out that you’re not missing out on anything. I’m just as big a loser as he is, totally unmotivated, totally boring, and, uh, you made the right choice, and you’re really happy.

Celine: Let me get my bag.

(And yes, that’s from Before Sunrise by Richard Linklater.)

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