Serendipitous Fairytales

I extracted the post below from my first online journal and reposted it on September 13, 2016.

In need of creative content, I had rummaged through my online journal for material that would inspire me to write, failing to find new words to say, I instead chose to rehash thoughts that had spoken to me years ago. 

I had spent that week catching different scenes from the iconic (to me anyway) movie, Seven on cable. I eventually decided it deserved to be viewed in its entirety so I DVR'd. I spent the morning of September 20 (the day of) watching Seven and coincidentally I had scheduled, The Break Up to be recorded on that day as well. It was probably recording as the news broke.

What does this all mean? Nothing probably. In the post below I had just dreamt about Brad (in those days when he occupied my daydreams) and just happened to watch his movie. Cut to present day and there are images of him everywhere, of his work and then of course, now of his private life and they all seem to occur just at that very moment I happen to think of him. Serendipitous, huh?

I am saddened by the news and I can't get over how it all turned out. We all want to see happy endings because it helps us believe in the truth, in the reality of their fruition. When they crumble, shatter into delicate little pieces that merely reflect what once was (a mere crack would have been sufficient) even though we scramble to assemble the pieces, our belief in the fairytales of life disintegrates with it.

How are we to love, if it's obvious that love does not exist?

Taken from my journal on October 14th, 2001

I happened to catch Legends of the Fall on cable this evening. It was uncanny because I had just thought about Brad Pitt. I rarely watch TV, and I can't remember the last time they played that movie. When was it made? 1994. Creepy stuff. The moment I talk about someone or dream about them I see them in a movie...weird. A couple of scenes at the end of that movie always bring tears to my eyes. It did then, and it still does now.

When the 2 brothers buried the one woman that had come between all 3 of them, and the elder one said to Brad (the middle defiant one), "I obeyed every rule, that of God and of man's, and you broke every single one of them. Yet they still loved you more than they loved me." I asked myself that same question but rephrased. Why do people who break life's rules still turn out with every wish of theirs granted?

For Brad’s character, it was simply because he loved with his heart...he loved from his heart and he loved passionately and obsessively to the point of compulsion. Maybe that was why he found it in him to break every possible rule that conflicted with that love inside him... But for my own question...honestly I do not know why life's disobedient members succeed abundantly. I guess I should probably add it to the long list of questions you may get to ask God when you see Him. Like the song says, "What if God was one of us...what would you ask him?"

I will ask Him this.