In which I still believe, Day 4
Last night I had one of those, "Why yes, I can be a cultured adult" nights. My friend Mark and I went to the Museum of Design Atlanta (aka MODA if you're nasty) to drink wine and peruse their phenomenal AIDS Posters exhibit, which we followed by heading to Midtown Arts Cinema for a free screening of the Sundance indie film Like Crazy. It was all quite splendid.
Like Crazy was a great film. When Heidi and I went to see 50/50 a few weeks ago, the trailer came up for that movie, and we both stated how good it looked. It lived up to its trailer's potential. Heartbreaking, beautiful, fun, filled with love and uncertainty - all right up my alley. It just confirmed all of my feelings about how I feel regarding soulmates. When you are not with them the way you are supposed to be with them, and you are with someone else, something always feels like it is missing or off. The world is not in balance. Your world may be filled with color, but not as vibrant as it could be.
The movie also mentioned patience. A lot, actually.
It spoke to me.
Mmmm. I slept well last night. It gave me hope.
Remember to love.
Like Crazy was a great film. When Heidi and I went to see 50/50 a few weeks ago, the trailer came up for that movie, and we both stated how good it looked. It lived up to its trailer's potential. Heartbreaking, beautiful, fun, filled with love and uncertainty - all right up my alley. It just confirmed all of my feelings about how I feel regarding soulmates. When you are not with them the way you are supposed to be with them, and you are with someone else, something always feels like it is missing or off. The world is not in balance. Your world may be filled with color, but not as vibrant as it could be.
The movie also mentioned patience. A lot, actually.
It spoke to me.
Mmmm. I slept well last night. It gave me hope.
Remember to love.