I’m out of musings these days but never out of words. As long as I see sunrises, I will make sure to write. The day sunrises shall disappear from my sight on earth, I shall probably see them from Heaven and shall make sure to send you some words from up there.
And that’s a promise. All you’ll have to do is focus. Focus on what I might send. It might be words, sounds, lights or you name it. Yes. I promise.
Sunrises will always be there. Is this a relief for you? I don’t think so. I assume you already know that.
But, will we be there? No. We will be gone and sunrises will always be there. So stop asking others if they saw today’s sunrise. Instead ask the sunrise if he saw them: on earth. Someday sunrise will see them: in Heaven. Still somewhere but not here. Somewhere nice probably. Yes probably. We like to assume so. And that’s a relief too.
There are things we cannot change. We have to adapt to the environment. Sometimes Love does not exist but rather Adaptation does. Ages ago, and still in lots of spots around the world, people used to get married without even seeing each other. They used to adapt to each other. But they rarely divorced. Divorce has been increasing with time. Time when people say that Love arises. People claim to be civilized by meeting each others in bars and clubs. Later they fall in love. Later they marry. And later they divorce.
Love is gone. But they claim it was there. They are civilized. Aren’t they?
Yes. There are things we cannot change. There are things I cannot change about myself. There are things I like and others I hate. There are people who make me love them and others who make me despise them. I never hate but I despise. They’ve pushed me to. It never was my intention.
Yes. I like cappuccino. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.
Yes. I do appreciate beauty. Who doesn’t? But who does appreciate ugliness? Well. I do. I just think it’s the way you look at things that makes them beautiful or ugly. Therefore the ugly can be beautiful. It only depends on you. On how you want to see it.
My OtherEnders,
Life is a simple story, but not an easy one to tell. Like a fable, there is sorrow... and like a fable, it is full of …
… wonder and happiness.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
It Will Do You Well
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
Yes indeed. Can we put away suffering from Love? Never. If you love, you must suffer. And if you suffer, you must love. The best situation ever? Is when you love to love and love to suffer. Then you will never mind loving because you don’t mind suffering.
That’s too much “love” and “suffer”. Ask me: “Can we move on?” My answer would be: “OK, let us move on.”
I’m sure most of you are directly linking love to one of your old sad breakups. Why! Why should you only think of it this way? Love can be related to many other things.
You might love to spend Christmases in Paris. New Years in Manhattan. And Ramadans in Mecca.
I love cinematography and I might suffer one day for not making it into its world.
Javier Bardem in the film Mar Adentro (The Sea Inside, by Alejandro Ameñabar) loved the idea of flying over the hills and toward the beach but suffered from never being able to do it. Not just because it is inhuman to fly but because he was paralyzed from the neck down.
I always talk about dreams. Remember? Some dreams walk beside us all our lives, others stop and let us pass them and the rests become reality. Suffer comes when dreams walk beside us. Suffer doesn’t come when a dream fails. You will always accept the truth. Whether you like it or not. It should be either black or white. But not grey.
I hate grey. Except for grey winter days when I’m sitting at home and watching a Claude Lelouch film. That would be very white for me.
John Nash lived all his life with some people only he could see. Yes. He was schizophrenic. Some others live with their dreams. I would call them schizophrenic as well.
Don’t let your dreams hunt you. If they want to keep on walking beside you and never open their arms wide for you, give them a good but kick. There is so much room for so many dreams out there.
Yves LaRock’s song Rise Up says:
“My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high
And that’s a dream. Why not!
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Watch your mothers, and see them smile. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
The Greek philosopher Epicurus (BC 341 – 270) once said:
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
And keep on hoping.
It will do you well.
Yes indeed. Can we put away suffering from Love? Never. If you love, you must suffer. And if you suffer, you must love. The best situation ever? Is when you love to love and love to suffer. Then you will never mind loving because you don’t mind suffering.
That’s too much “love” and “suffer”. Ask me: “Can we move on?” My answer would be: “OK, let us move on.”
I’m sure most of you are directly linking love to one of your old sad breakups. Why! Why should you only think of it this way? Love can be related to many other things.
You might love to spend Christmases in Paris. New Years in Manhattan. And Ramadans in Mecca.
I love cinematography and I might suffer one day for not making it into its world.
Javier Bardem in the film Mar Adentro (The Sea Inside, by Alejandro Ameñabar) loved the idea of flying over the hills and toward the beach but suffered from never being able to do it. Not just because it is inhuman to fly but because he was paralyzed from the neck down.
I always talk about dreams. Remember? Some dreams walk beside us all our lives, others stop and let us pass them and the rests become reality. Suffer comes when dreams walk beside us. Suffer doesn’t come when a dream fails. You will always accept the truth. Whether you like it or not. It should be either black or white. But not grey.
I hate grey. Except for grey winter days when I’m sitting at home and watching a Claude Lelouch film. That would be very white for me.
John Nash lived all his life with some people only he could see. Yes. He was schizophrenic. Some others live with their dreams. I would call them schizophrenic as well.
Don’t let your dreams hunt you. If they want to keep on walking beside you and never open their arms wide for you, give them a good but kick. There is so much room for so many dreams out there.
Yves LaRock’s song Rise Up says:
“My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high
And that’s a dream. Why not!
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Watch your mothers, and see them smile. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
The Greek philosopher Epicurus (BC 341 – 270) once said:
“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
And keep on hoping.
It will do you well.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
INT. OFFICE - MORNING
FADE IN:
Trust me. It's paradise.
This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven't tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it.
You hope, and you dream. But you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies. And when it actually does, you want it to feel different: more visceral. More real. I was waiting for it to hit me, but it just wouldn't happen.
My dear OtherEnders,
You’ll have to excuse me. I know. It’s been a while. My writing efforts have taken me somewhere else. Somewhere you might enjoy in the future.
Yes, maybe. And maybe not. But you’ll never know unless you try. I believe I mentioned to you once that I’m passionate about the world of cinema.
OK. I’m lying. I mentioned it to you so many times. But it really feels like it was just once. Because each time I speak about it, it feels like the first time. I will never get bored. You’ll have to excuse me.
The title is “to be announced at a later stage” and is written by “Dany Bachir”. It’s a short movie to be directed by a dear friend of mine “Marcel Ghosn” and produced by both of us.
Shooting location? Dubai.
Movie type? Short. Approximately 15 minutes.
Camera? 36 mm motion picture camera.
Shooting date? Sometime next month.
Release date? Hopefully end of this year.
Purpose? Passion and love.
Real purpose? Send it to film festivals and get selected.
Result? Win.
Later result? Become known and reputed.
Then? Produce other films.
Later result? Become a screenwriter and filmmaker.
It feels good to build yourself a critical path. A road map you can work upon and adjust wherever you leap. Try it. Whatever your dreams are. It will help you have a better vision of your vision and make your dreams seem more realistic. You start realizing that there is a path to achieving your dreams. Whether tough or easy, there is a path. It’s up to you to overcome the different stages. Whether you’re passionate enough or not.
But please. Don’t get me wrong. I'm not that aggressive. I still consider myself a romantic. Or at least I like the idea of being considered one. I wouldn’t mind not achieving my dreams for keeping the love I share with my Family and Friends and search for others out there. Some OtherEnders.
On my judgment day, I wouldn’t mind be laying on my death bed and my last words to be:
I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
And then.
FADE OUT:
THE END
Trust me. It's paradise.
This is where the hungry come to feed. For mine is a generation that circles the globe and searches for something we haven't tried before. So never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar, never fail to be polite and never outstay the welcome. Just keep your mind open and suck in the experience. And if it hurts, you know what? It's probably worth it.
You hope, and you dream. But you never believe that something is going to happen for you. Not like it does in the movies. And when it actually does, you want it to feel different: more visceral. More real. I was waiting for it to hit me, but it just wouldn't happen.
My dear OtherEnders,
You’ll have to excuse me. I know. It’s been a while. My writing efforts have taken me somewhere else. Somewhere you might enjoy in the future.
Yes, maybe. And maybe not. But you’ll never know unless you try. I believe I mentioned to you once that I’m passionate about the world of cinema.
OK. I’m lying. I mentioned it to you so many times. But it really feels like it was just once. Because each time I speak about it, it feels like the first time. I will never get bored. You’ll have to excuse me.
The title is “to be announced at a later stage” and is written by “Dany Bachir”. It’s a short movie to be directed by a dear friend of mine “Marcel Ghosn” and produced by both of us.
Shooting location? Dubai.
Movie type? Short. Approximately 15 minutes.
Camera? 36 mm motion picture camera.
Shooting date? Sometime next month.
Release date? Hopefully end of this year.
Purpose? Passion and love.
Real purpose? Send it to film festivals and get selected.
Result? Win.
Later result? Become known and reputed.
Then? Produce other films.
Later result? Become a screenwriter and filmmaker.
It feels good to build yourself a critical path. A road map you can work upon and adjust wherever you leap. Try it. Whatever your dreams are. It will help you have a better vision of your vision and make your dreams seem more realistic. You start realizing that there is a path to achieving your dreams. Whether tough or easy, there is a path. It’s up to you to overcome the different stages. Whether you’re passionate enough or not.
But please. Don’t get me wrong. I'm not that aggressive. I still consider myself a romantic. Or at least I like the idea of being considered one. I wouldn’t mind not achieving my dreams for keeping the love I share with my Family and Friends and search for others out there. Some OtherEnders.
On my judgment day, I wouldn’t mind be laying on my death bed and my last words to be:
I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
And then.
FADE OUT:
THE END
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