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May 06, 2007 Why I Love Movies... I think one reason I love movies so much is they make me believe, even if only for an hour or two, that concepts like love and heroism and honor and courage still, to this day, exist. It's not that I don't see these things in my every day life, the real world. I do. It's just that they're so few and far between.There is a blind man who comes to my work every week. His name is Jeffrey. He always has a smile and a kind word. And the sort of courage that he has, the kind it takes to navigate a busy store, let alone city streets, may very well be beyond my understanding. And then there's love. I think a lot about love: the different kinds of love, the unbidden aspects, the sick, wounded sensation. I have been in love, and I have been out of love. My love has been cherished, and it has been destroyed. I have hurt, and I have been hurt. Love is such a strange notion to me. I yearn for it in my life, and yet, I do not trust it. It cannot be controlled, nor can it be regulated and monitored. It attacks and whips me to the ground when I'm least expecting it, and is secretive and removed when I am searching for it. For me, love is all heart and beats and blood. Rationality does not enter into it; neither does logical or prudent thought. Love is pure, untainted emotion as thick as soup, as heady as wine, and as randy as a fifteen year old boy. Realistically speaking, I think love is a mess of chemicals spewed throughout my cerebral cortex, willing me onward, manipulating both my reason and my control. I have always stated that every man, and every woman for that matter, can control his or her own actions, however, I don't think we can say the same about our emotions. At least I know I cannot. My emotions have not mastered me, but concurrently, I am certainly not their overlord. I live most of my life in worlds of pure fantasy. Strangely enough, I can clearly differentiate between fantasy and reality. Admittedly, sometimes, I like fantasy better. Movies, books… these things aspire to the highest virtues of the human character: love, courage, honor. The things most of us so fervently wish to be. I know I'm rambling a bit here, but I have always attempted to reach these higher virtues within myself. Real life makes the effort more than difficult, it makes it appear impossible, but real life lasts longer than two hours or some four hundred pages, real life is day in, day out, minute by minute; and as with everything humanly feasible in life it is not the outcome that matters, but the effort. [Add Comment] 0 Comments |
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