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               You always want your life to be like a movie, dramatic and theatrical with the perfect background music playing at that very moment to enhance the mood. The angles, the close-up, the sheer novelty of it all. Do you think we ever downplay events that actually happen to us as movie unworthy just because we are so blinded to ourselves and our normality?

                Sometimes events that happen in the middle of the night are so surreal you have to convince yourself they are real and not something you dreamed up. Sometimes, I’m still left wondering if there was some alternate dimension those things happened to me in because surely, in my real life, I would never have let myself go there. Surely, I’m not that stupid as to be in that position. But I am? This is real?

                At the end, most of the great movies almost always have a moment of silence somewhere in between the great slaughter or the great kiss. It’s funny because in one of the plays I had to memorize for Hartley’s class last year, my character was supposed to mock T.S. Elliot and his line “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper.” Funny the things you recall in a moment, seemingly unrelated yet wholly appropriate. The leading up to death of anything can be loud and messy and torturous but the moment itself isn’t yours or mine or anybody’s. Oftentimes the moment escapes from you because no one knows when death comes, it just happens, and whoever is left behind both gets closure but finds that there is this thread of thought left hanging, never to not only be said, but also be heard by the people supposed to hear it.

                Funny how sometimes the passage of something makes you feel happy. Like when the ring fell with Smeagol and Frodo was outside on the rock, and he said, “It’s gone, it’s done.” The memory never leaves but the experience is over. We've all been there. And to think that you thought your life was not like a movie...

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