While writing the last word of my title realized how hard is to spell it. Not that spelling is my forte (thank you Google Chrome) but COMMON! Is it French?!
Anyway, what I was trying to say is that I like to question the ideas on which some of the movies are based. I think we all do. Question ourselves and wonder for few seconds or a night about what we just saw. Is it possible? Did this happen to me? What if this concept exist? What if it happens to me? Was that the alien ship that I saw the other day?
Probably it is too obvious, but I just finished watching the movie that goes by the same name as the title of this post (I do not want to write, therefore spell, the last word, coz Chairman forbid I might learn it). In my point of view, the movie exercises the idea of reason and chance (purpose driven accident). Do we all have a destiny that is written in stars (astronomy being one of the oldest sciences and horoscope is based on that science) or in easily washable sand, are we programmed, is there a bigger force? Do we all have a path already chosen for us or are we able to create one self and live by that believe? Karma? Do we believe in science or religion?
The first thing one has to understand that no man will act in prohibitory manner towards its beliefs, whatever they may be. And the second, that there will always be skeptics (even in one self) constantly looking for proof.
I have two theories that were born this very second.
Either we are just living the life, trying to live it, love it, enjoy it, experience it, play, be loved, laugh, see, feel, hear, learn and make friends. Yet when something goes wrong we try to reason it. 'It happened for a reason' 'It's for the best' 'You never know why this will be good' 'One door closes, the other one opens' 'After the storm, comes the Sun' and on and on with the condolences over our mistakes. But one cannot be on top of the game 100% all the time. We get tired, drunk, fall in love...we make mistakes, we do wrongs. Soooo many obstacles and so many opportunities to blame someone else. It is easier this way. I do it. We all do it. Surrounded by the harshness of each day and night trying to make us nobodies. Just getting through the day and yearning for that pillow or a hug.
Or. Everything happens for a reason. Bond to make those mistakes. Meet those exact people in that exact time of our lives and just go on. While all the time being haunted by the inquiry 'What is my purpose?' Deep, and dead on question for all of us.
The way I fight through all this is I try to create, leave something behind, as Banksy does. Whatever that will be. I try to write. I try to write it down. I try to admire and let myself be impressed by other people's creativeness, skills and talents. Other people's music, culture and tradition. Other people's beliefs and life stories. Maybe that is my purpose.
I like it, so I choose to believe it.
Does this even make sense?
If you are the Chairman, mine or your own, do leave a comment.
P.S. I couldn't find a better pic to go with this, and I do not mean it sarcastically, literally, could not find anything to my liking.
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