Damn it, I never saw a shooting star. For all I know they may not even exist. I guess shooting stars are for lucky people who catch a glimpse of astrological dust that they see as a miracle and therefore an opportunity to make a wish for world’s peace, sunny Tuesday or bigger boobs. Those are the same people who first see the rainbow, take a picture of clouds when there are actual clouds and believe in unicorns. You know, the lucky ones.
Shooting star is a moment. There are books written and sold by millions telling us how to live in a present, right now, at this very moment. We strive to fill our lives with as many joyous moments as we humanly can and build on it, blah blah blah. If a boy doesn’t take a moment with a girl, he is not romantic.
I say, moments are overrated! There!
I sometimes catch myself thinking through a situation as in a movie moment. Even slowmotion with a background music. Replying it like a thousand times in my head.
If one decides to live in an appreciation of a given second , why doesn't he/she divorce the face away from camera when going on a trip? Catch this moment on camera so it will last forever, not allowing ourselves to appreciate the surroundings, the real world outside the angles of the lens. Guys use the ‘moment’ cheese lines in order to get easy and free access to woman’s romantic muscle. Some, me, use moments as sings to make life decisions.
I blame Hollywood.
If I ever get lucky to see a shooting star, I will wish for eternity of a moment. You'll see me looking up!
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