About movies and love stories
Every love story is different in its on way. I didnât know that, well actually I didnât want to see it.
All these movies, all these characters having a happy ending. Who wouldnât 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 naĂŻve as I was, every time I had someone or something great next to me I didnât 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 Iâve recently discovered that answer.
It is not. Ambition is what takes us far. Ambition is the feeling that whispers to our hearts âdonât settle, go for moreâ. 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 donât see whatâs in front of you, you donât get to enjoy it because youâve chosen to live in the movies rather than your life as humane as it is.
Iâve came to learn that movies are not as real as they pretend to be, or make us believe.
Iâve came to learn (also) that being human, not having that happy ending full of tears of joy, is actually fine.
Iâve called âloveâ 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 âtrue loveâ 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. Didnât need anyone else, nor the movies or well the guys of the movies, nor the real ones.
Until (because thereâs always an âuntilâ in this life) until I met him. Heâs not a main character, heâs 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 âenoughâ written there.
So, I donât know if this is going to last. I actually donât care. I just think that being him with me being myself⊠well letâs say we are our own love story and, why not? Our own movie.