I turned to Terry last night and said to her, "I need to make my mark on the world, but I don't know how."
Watched Vanilla Sky last night. It wasn't as surreal as the first time, but still decent. I still can't get over how sad it makes me that he wakes up 150 years in the future and Sofia is dead, and that he never saw her again after the nightclub. It's so profoundly sad, somehow.
I wonder sometimes how much of our lives are truly real, and how much is all a fabrication?
Maybe not in the movie sense of living in a dream, but in the sense that we're living life putting importance on things that really aren't important. How is it that so very many people can be so deeply unhappy, yet never do anything about it, simply put up with it? I'm guilty of the same, it's so easy to simply get absorbed in the idea that things are the way they are, and getting in line is the best way to deal with it. Stepping out of line seems impossible, or at the very least very, very hard.
Watched Vanilla Sky last night. It wasn't as surreal as the first time, but still decent. I still can't get over how sad it makes me that he wakes up 150 years in the future and Sofia is dead, and that he never saw her again after the nightclub. It's so profoundly sad, somehow.
I wonder sometimes how much of our lives are truly real, and how much is all a fabrication?
Maybe not in the movie sense of living in a dream, but in the sense that we're living life putting importance on things that really aren't important. How is it that so very many people can be so deeply unhappy, yet never do anything about it, simply put up with it? I'm guilty of the same, it's so easy to simply get absorbed in the idea that things are the way they are, and getting in line is the best way to deal with it. Stepping out of line seems impossible, or at the very least very, very hard.