Life is not a movie

Life is not a movie but it always feels like one. Every time I watch a wonderful movie, my world has a tendency to stop with it. When it’s done, it feels the Universe is closing its curtains on me, shutting me down while I’m feeling in so much unreal emotions.

A day before this year’s Valentine’s Day, my friends and I went out on a movie date. We watched this local romance movie that casted very few of the rare Filipino actors and actresses that I find tolerable and actually good. It was a nice film, the type that would make people clap, even unintentionally, towards the end, the perfect example of a movie that could make me feel left hanging in cold, cold air.

starting over again

Essentially, the movie is about abandonment and forgiveness. Or at least the way I see it. Although for me, it wasn’t the best film to watch when you’re in love, or when it’s Valentine’s Day whatever this day is really supposed to make everyone feel. The movie seems to be about open-endedness in a love story, which I guess most couples don’t really realize until they reached the beginning of the end of their relationship. It’s like smashing to your face that people call it “art of letting go” because it could only happen in your imagination. That it could never be valid because feelings are somehow perpetual and this could be more true in a way that we always use unforgotten memories to depend us. In every emotion that we feel, we often employ memories to rationalize them and there’s really nothing bad about that. I mean, who could forget about memories? They are called that way to serve their purpose.

When the girl left the guy in the movie, nobody really expected that they guy would actually end up with another girl. At some point, audience, including me, were hoping that they will be together again because the plot showed us a promising love story that could really last despite heartbreaking shifts. One moment, we were sympathizing with the guy because he was abandoned by the girl, the next thing I knew, we were all feeling sorry for the girl who wanted a second chance but lost it before she realize that she already had it. Towards the end, the girl asked the guy how she could “unlove” him, the guy responded with a loose answer that they could not basically “unlove” each other because love is always there to stay. It’s just the measure of it that changes all the time.

So I guess, passion is the ultimate source of life? We live and breathe through it. It’s like a disease that sticks to you for a long time and once it left, it would leave a prominent disfigurement that you would always want to be fixed no matter how long and hard it will take because you will die otherwise.

See, life is not a movie but everything is actually there in that wide four corner screen. One way or another, the scenes of most of the movies that we have watched could influence what we feel even if we haven’t really got into the same situation. The only difference about movie and life is how they end. A film usually takes about two to three hours but our lives goes on after watching. We keep on living until we can actually express our plot and its purpose. We live beyond beautiful manuscripts and theme songs. And it’s only now that I actually realized that if one could only accept that we are bigger than movies, people wouldn’t be so restless and discontented.