To The Stranger In The Rain
As taken from my failed attempt at Wordpress account, Entry 03.
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Dear Stranger,
I've just re-watched "You've Got Mail", starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan - and let me tell you, it's only my 2nd time watching it, with the 1st being at my best friend's house because she love(d? s?) said movie - and I couldn't help but want to write a letter; so, here I am.
One of the things that struck me after this re-watching is the question of "Which is better: a personal letter or an impersonal one?" It's true, there are advantages to both. For one, a personal letter makes you feel that much closer to a person, as there's a certain level of trust that goes into divulging insights about yourself. But, an impersonal letter has the benefit of being able to ignore all the nitty-gritty, sometimes heavy and complex, facets of a person - and life, in general - and just focus on the little details that we very often take for granted yet aren't any less important in getting to know someone.
That rather reminds me of the rain.
I've since realized that not very many people like the rain. It's often a bother once the rain comes down - children can't play outside, while business people curse the misfortune of a wet suit - and umbrellas go up to ward off the damp and gloom. Can you just imagine what the flowers must think of us then? They're probably laughing in confusion - why would we want to run and hide from the obvious grace of water from the heavens? They, instead, open their leaves and petals wide and accept it.
And, we, the hopeless dreamers that we are, also forget the romance of the rain - a box of chocolates, a cup of tea and a good book to read, while we listen to the pitter patter against our window; or perhaps, that wild exhilaration of running and laughing, and standing still in the middle of the downpour while everyone else rushes past, and maybe even getting a kiss in the rain.
And we wonder why our dreams don't come true?
Because we refuse to dream them.
There's nothing wrong with engaging in the hard facts of life and of people. Sometimes, it truly is necessary to sort ourselves, to prioritize, to bring out our umbrellas and rush inside in order to make something of the path we've decided upon. But in the midst of all this hustle and bustle, it's equally important to take a breather, to stop awhile, to stand in the middle of the rain and just let it wash right over you; because what use is all that effort if you've lost the way to where it is you're going?
Now I have to wonder, how personal have I gotten to be? Sometimes, I don't even think I have it in me to be impersonal at all. A little naive, you'd say, to trust the world to know me. But, do you really know me? Who does?
Sincerely,
Queza De Santi
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Dear Stranger,
I've just re-watched "You've Got Mail", starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan - and let me tell you, it's only my 2nd time watching it, with the 1st being at my best friend's house because she love(d? s?) said movie - and I couldn't help but want to write a letter; so, here I am.
One of the things that struck me after this re-watching is the question of "Which is better: a personal letter or an impersonal one?" It's true, there are advantages to both. For one, a personal letter makes you feel that much closer to a person, as there's a certain level of trust that goes into divulging insights about yourself. But, an impersonal letter has the benefit of being able to ignore all the nitty-gritty, sometimes heavy and complex, facets of a person - and life, in general - and just focus on the little details that we very often take for granted yet aren't any less important in getting to know someone.
That rather reminds me of the rain.
I've since realized that not very many people like the rain. It's often a bother once the rain comes down - children can't play outside, while business people curse the misfortune of a wet suit - and umbrellas go up to ward off the damp and gloom. Can you just imagine what the flowers must think of us then? They're probably laughing in confusion - why would we want to run and hide from the obvious grace of water from the heavens? They, instead, open their leaves and petals wide and accept it.
And, we, the hopeless dreamers that we are, also forget the romance of the rain - a box of chocolates, a cup of tea and a good book to read, while we listen to the pitter patter against our window; or perhaps, that wild exhilaration of running and laughing, and standing still in the middle of the downpour while everyone else rushes past, and maybe even getting a kiss in the rain.
And we wonder why our dreams don't come true?
Because we refuse to dream them.
There's nothing wrong with engaging in the hard facts of life and of people. Sometimes, it truly is necessary to sort ourselves, to prioritize, to bring out our umbrellas and rush inside in order to make something of the path we've decided upon. But in the midst of all this hustle and bustle, it's equally important to take a breather, to stop awhile, to stand in the middle of the rain and just let it wash right over you; because what use is all that effort if you've lost the way to where it is you're going?
Now I have to wonder, how personal have I gotten to be? Sometimes, I don't even think I have it in me to be impersonal at all. A little naive, you'd say, to trust the world to know me. But, do you really know me? Who does?
Sincerely,
Queza De Santi