Life is Film

Life is Film

Michael loved the space between people. He loved that laughter could jump off the lips, do an improvised spin, and meet its asymmetrical partner in the air. It was that moment, that moment where mutual understanding danced its dance ever so genuinely.

He lived to be part of that; to see it happen. But at the same time wondered whether there was ever a moment where one truly understood one another. It fascinated him. Within the infinite realm of emotion, expression and possibility, was there ever a time when two intentions aligned perfectly?

He disliked seeing people working in positions they didn’t enjoy. In retrospect, disliked was a profound understatement. He thought it was criminal. But interestingly he was always switching between who he thought was the criminal. Was it the prisoner who conceded that they had little control over their life and didn’t follow their true ambitions? Or was it the holder of the keys? The one who allowed for these confinements to exist.

He wondered if those people who made money were still retaining the original goal: to live life. Under the heavily-woven blankets of materialism, reputation and selfishness, was experiencing life still the priority? The question frustrated him, as did philosophy.

If ever he became momentarily fixated on a particular frame that life gave him, he couldn’t help but drift back into the abundance of questions with no answers. What some would call a day-dream, he would call a day seen with meaning.