17.7.07

The Holiday.

Ain't it strange how a movie touches you when you realize that the characters have most of the features you have in real life? This night was a night of broken hearts that were later sewn-up. Music moves you as a totally new feeling-provoking trigger that manipulates your being up to the point of crying, feeling jumpy or sorry. Love is the strangest thing in life, loving your parents or any person in your family is something normal but, what happens when it comes to be that you love somebody else out of your family? Why d'you have to be almost always with that special person who also makes you feel special? Crying is something people do all the time; crying for stupid things, such as losing true love or because of not finding it... Love is here, there, anywhere, it is just a mater of looking for it and trying harder than regularly to get it. We should not cry because of losing somebody's love, but we should do because of the happiness that it brings us.

Why is it that the impossibility of crying that Amanda had reminds me so much of myself? Why is it that wine is a so perfect excuse to meet somebody and, eventually, like that person and, finally, fall in love with? Movies are just one story extremely compressed and simplified so that one can watch them, develop all sorts of feelings and emotions, feel identified with one or more characters, and then turn the DVD player off and forget about it. Isn't the purpose of a movie to be art? Sometimes it is, though most of the times movies are meant (remember Mr. Arthur Abbot) to be a hit on the first weekend they are projected. Are the nerves that we all feel when close to our significant other a reliable proof of your being in love, or are they only a sign of nervousness? Love is worthwhile, just as some movies are (specially if Jack Black performs on them), then don't stay there, only staring at the monitor, get up and get out to look for your love; as somebody wrote, most unlikely thinking about me, See You Soon. It may turn out to be that some person still thinks about me, weeps about me, and loves "about" me. Egotistic behavior is not good. Writing at 4 AM right after watching a tender movie (even though it is comedy) is good. Inspiration is good; so, welcome all inspiration!

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