A thought for the moment.
Hollywood has taught us for years that the guy always gets the girl, all dogs go to heaven, and justice wins out in the end (“Yippy ki yay mother”… you get the idea). They taught us that drama is just a part of life, humor comes laced with underlying sadness, and love is a gushing fountain waiting to be swam in. Magic is real, anything is possible, triumph, and victory are at your finger tips and sadness is but fleeting.
Hollywood is full of liars.
Real life is a messy, beautiful, puzzle. The image is always changing, evolving with who and where we are. There are no guarantees and no one “owes” you anything.
So what do we do about it? Do we become enraged when life isn’t like an episode of Friends or How I Met Your Mother? Or that it will never be a cinematic gem like The Notebook or a James Bondfilm? In reality, THANK GOD life isn’t like that. We would all die of heart break and broken bones before our real purpose ever enters the frame.
Life isn’t scripted, it’s unexpected. The lines may not roll off your tongue, your heart may not leap every moment or every day. It won’t be perfect, I can promise you that. But I can also promise that when you choose to live it, choose to breath in the love, the struggle, the pain, the wonder, it will become more.
In an episode near the end of House of Cards first season, Claire asks Francis what they are doing with their lives, why they are working towards the goals they are, why they crave the power… He responds that it is for them, for each other. She looks at him, eyes wide and asks, “But what if one or both of us dies? What was it all worth then?”
What is it worth? Who do we live for? What do we strive after?
Celluloid and cinema fight for your attention, grasp for your dreams. Live your life, in technicolor, flip them the bird, and say, “Yippi ki yay mother…”