I feel sad, a different kind of sadness, like everyone around is moving too fast and changing into a better version of them but I am stuck to the place I’m standing.
I have started writing a story and this time I’m being honest, being me and I’m trying to put myself in there as a character because I need to share or talk.
Why can’t the world we live in be like the movies? Why can’t we have the dramatic happy ending where everything becomes alright no matter how sad it was? Why can’t life be “You’ve Got Mail” where Kathleen Kelly loses it all only to find Joe Fox walking up to her in the end as NY152? Why can’t life be “French Kiss” where Kate closes her eyes in that plane only to open them to Luc even though she never told him she loved him? Why can’t life be “Addicted to Love” where Maggie pushes Sam away because she is scared of getting hurt, in love, and yet he walks back to her?
Okay! I know I have only given examples of Meg Ryan’s movies but my point is simple why can’t life be like movies. Maybe in another life. Maybe this is the life where I would be the girl from Sucker Punch.
P.S Leaving you with a Brandi Carlile song and even if she is not your kind of music person, you got to listen to this one for that instrumental part that comes close to the end (4:49). Beautiful.