As my opening entry I wanted to explore something that has been on my mind quite a bit lately-my need for a good, ol' fashion movie moment. I'm not referring to an Oscar quality moment, because that would imply some heart-wrenching, overly emotional and tainted scenerio. I genuinely yurn for the type of moment that makes women misty and men nauseated. The swell of the semi-cheesy, yet surprisingly poignant music....the deliciously tense anticipation...your breath catches, and then what you have been waiting for, for an hour and forty-five minutes finally happens; in that moment, everything is right in the world. Life is the way it should be, the sun is shining brighter, and you can feel love pulsing through every extremity. In that moment, you know prince charming exists and that he will come to you in exactly the way you just witnessed on screen. He will be uncommonly handsome, kind but slightly quirky....you will have great conversations full of laughter and intimacy. Just for that moment, you have everything ever promised to a young girl....then you wake up right?
Dare to dream I suppose...life doesn't really ever end up like that right? Even people who would say they are happy are really only happy with the concessions they've made and the rationalizations they live with. Does true bliss really exist? Will I ever experience true rapture.
Maybe, but...as they say, I'm not holding my breath
