life may not be a song, may not even be a movie or a book.
but, with a little work and a lot of love, it can absolutely be beautiful.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
a trailer for my most recent project, a documentary about losing my Mother.
Woke up this morning and it looked like spring outside. Went outside, and it was freezing. Nevertheless, decided to go for a beautiful walk by the ocean with my girlfriend and take this.
I’ve decided that if I don’t get out of my head and actually start creating real things with my hands, then I will probably start losing my mind pretty soon.
I hope everyone can connect with this silly little piece I started with today. Its pretty damn true.
MAKE SURE TO CLICK “HD” TO GET FULL EFFECT.
No computer generated images, no animation, all real. This is absolutely gorgeous. Its funny how even the most odd off things can be full of such beauty.
This makes me happy
Here are a few songs Ive been listening to alot lately that make me feel good. I wanted to share them with you. I hope they make you happy too.
I found this one day when I was out for a walk.
Yes, its water from melted snow that spilled out onto the street. But I mean look at it, its beautiful. Do you see the man’s face?
There is art everywhere, all over the place. Nature, the Earth, is full of art, full of beauty that makes you stop and smile. Its all around, its always there, you just have to slow down, take a breath, and see it.
The world is already a beautiful place, and once you can finally open up and see it, that is when you become beautiful.
Although we may look different, speak differently and think differently than others, we are all still the same.
This guy went to 42 countries and connected with every single person despite not being able to speak their language.
Every living being understands love and happiness, no matter their cultural differences.
Ginger.
As many of you have probably noticed, I haven’t written a new post in a while. I had thought about it, thought about what I could write, how I could say it. But it wouldn’t have been real, I wouldn’t have felt it. I was stuck for a little while, Ive been stuck.
Its funny, the things we feel. Looking in on other peoples lives we sometimes see the things they take so seriously as just silly, as unimportant. The things that we feel, what hurts us, some people just find pointless.
Back in December my dog passed away. And, for most people, they would look at that as something small, something that may be sad at the moment but shouldn’t matter in the big picture of life. The truth is, it did matter to me, it does. To anybody else looking in on my life, she may have just been a dog, an animal that roamed my house and that I took for walks once in a while. And looking at it that way, it wouldn’t have mattered that much that she passed away. But the thing is, she was my best friend, not just a dog. She was my sister, a part of my family. She understood me better than anybody else. I could talk to her, she would listen. She would bring me happiness, she was there when I cried, the first one I turned to when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She used to make her way into my room every morning to wake me up with a smile, would find me every night before she went up to bed, and would come to me with an understanding face every time she knew I was sad. Two years before she died I moved away to college. My parents told me that for a while she slept in my room instead of theirs at night, like she was waiting for me to come home. She was everything to me, I loved her so much, and I know for a fact that she loved me back.
A week before Christmas, right when I came home for break, we found out that she had cancer in her leg. The last week of her life she slept downstairs because her leg had gotten so bad she could no longer make it up. And, for the last few nights, I sung her to sleep with the lullabies my mother used to sing to me when I was little. Christmas eve night, my best friend passed away in the loving arms of my family.
See for most people, they wouldn’t see it as a big deal. She was a dog, and dogs die, far before people do. But the thing is, they never knew what I shared with her. Nobody could ever know what I shared with her, just as nobody could ever know what you share with the ones you love.
And that’s when it hit me. That is all that matters, what I share with the ones I love. As sad as I am now and have been for months, the only reason I feel as incredibly upset as I do is because she made me incredibly happy when she was alive. There are these bonds we make when we allow people into our lives, these subconscious contracts of knowledge that at any moment that person could die. Yet still, everyday, people continue to love. Whether or not we are aware of it, we choose happiness in the face of pain and suffering every single day. In our hearts we know that although someday our loved ones will pass, the joy we share with them now is worth the pain we could feel from their absence later.
This idea, this knowledge that people choose love in the face of heartbreak, fills me with hope. It reminds me why I am on the journey that I am on. It proves to me, that no matter what some may believe, we as people are strong. By choosing to continue the love you feel for the ones close to you every single day, you are proving that love still wins, even in the face of the most fearful thing of all…heartbreak.
Put love out into the world, and you will feel love back.
Its as difficulty simple as that.
