About movies and love stories
Every love story is different in its on way. I didnāt know that, well actually I didnāt want to see it.
All these movies, all these characters having a happy ending. Who wouldnāt want that? So every time I watched a movie I wanted⦠that, I wanted more than what I was having.
Just to be the girl whose eyes shine and her smile contains sparkles of happiness. So, as naĆÆve as I was, every time I had someone or something great next to me I didnāt know how to appreciate it cause I wanted more.
Where is the bad thing? I mean, is it bad to be ambitious? Well⦠I think Iāve recently discovered that answer.
It is not. Ambition is what takes us far. Ambition is the feeling that whispers to our hearts ādonāt settle, go for moreā. Ambition is what makes us more than we actually are.
The thing is that when you have a lot of something, for example this feeling, you donāt see whatās in front of you, you donāt get to enjoy it because youāve chosen to live in the movies rather than your life as humane as it is.
Iāve came to learn that movies are not as real as they pretend to be, or make us believe.
Iāve came to learn (also) that being human, not having that happy ending full of tears of joy, is actually fine.
Iāve called āloveā so many things because it was like the movies. What I mean is that my life, at a moment, was a movie so the other that it was supposed to be the other main character of my life was the synonym to love.
I was lost until I stopped believing in movies and ātrue loveā stories. I mean I still enjoy them but not for my life. Then the ambition was humane, not taken from some unreal or idealistic stuff. The ambition was mine.
And then I stopped having all those main characters. I was the only and main character of my life. Didnāt need anyone else, nor the movies or well the guys of the movies, nor the real ones.
Until (because thereās always an āuntilā in this life) until I met him. Heās not a main character, heās definitely not from a movie. He just is. And being him, being my human (at least for now) he makes me feel happier than I ever was, complete but still with dreams to go and follow, loved but with not an āenoughā written there.
So, I donāt know if this is going to last. I actually donāt care. I just think that being him with me being myself⦠well letās say we are our own love story and, why not? Our own movie.