I am somewhat nostalgic right now. I usually am when I see a good movie. I saw Notes on a Scandal which was not personally relevant at all. There was only one line that particularly resonated with me. It was about the distance between your dreams and reality. I have been thinking about this a lot lately. For some reason I can not stop listening to Nelly Furtado's "All Good Things" that deals with not being able to understand the reality you are in. How come life can not be about art, literature, theatre, dance, writing, and ideas? Why does it eat us up and take out the happiness that was born in our roots. Is being aware important or is it just another way to realize what is missing?
There is always something more waiting around the corner. Every time I want to sleep I am disappointed. There is so much life and I am not sitting there with a wine class and a fountain pen. Instead I play games and watch television. I seem to be waiting all the time. I hate waiting and my blood is running through an hourglass.