Leaping Out of The Pages

To love a film is to love its characters and the journey that they bring us along. Despair, struggle, happiness, sadness and all possible emotions that human could possibly possess. It has always been that same beginning, those same images flash across my mind, it has been there for the longest time, she finally leaped out of those pages that I was trying desperately to finish, simply to see her walk till the end of the script and eventually stroll down the space and time of moving images, on screen. It still remains an unanswered question till this moment, hibernating in the hands of others, who presumably know better, know how to see a good story, but do they really? Only time will tell. She seems to change and transform into a slightly different woman now, in this new chapter of the story. Story evolves, it has a life of its own, it breathes the breath of the writer, it feeds on the sheer imagination of the hopeless closeted romantic fool whom the writer believes to be. She smiles, she weeps, she is determined to pursue the happiness she believes she is entitled to pursue or life is meaningless after all. Bathe in the shades of facade of happiness, she transcends the true nature of what a woman should be, not how the society deemed her should be. Oftentimes, she runs into her own shadow of doubts and disbelieves, but the journey sees her mature into a beautiful woman, like how a cocooned larvae morphs into a beautiful butterfly at the break of an awakening dawn. Do you see a piece of you in her?

Catching A Rainbow

Cars and long stretches of road flash by, in front of the big window. Having the very front row seat, up in a double-decked bus does have its advantages, as your vision spreads beyond those lush green padi fields, those opposite cars and vehicles that seem ever more intimidating as they rush towards you, and somehow makes you feel vulnerable. I have come to accustom myself to these trips from now on, travelling in between cities, like souls searching for their rightful place to rest. Disoriented, disillusioned at times, disfigured to a certain extend in regards to what is the ultimate purpose of my true existence in life, but it is always for the better, I constantly convinced myself. I have responsibilities, I have obligations to those around me. Living a life of an artist can never be easy, the path of absolute freedom of mind and creativity is like these roads ahead - they seem destined, yet never ending. They seem promising, yet exhausting. When I was most self deceiving, a rainbow whispered into my mind, "You will...triumph, continue with your struggle"...there was once a saying I saw on a cooking show, that resonates..."Life is short, start with dessert first"...maybe that very afternoon, amidst the drizzle, that was my dessert, and a sign...tomorrow will be another long journey away from home...