find my soul falling with stars

I'm starting with the movie of the week which is Lost in Translation.  Maybe it's just fitting for me right now.  I feel like I am lost in translation.  I'm in this inbetween of chapters, lives, identities.  I am myself and I always will be but I am constantly in flux.  Even though I am happy with who I am I continue to change.  Maybe it's that I am happy that I am still changing.  I find comfort in the fact that I am not stagnant.  That I do not form into a mold and forever am trapped in this single idea.  If I had to pick a goal that would be mine it would be to expand myself into every possibly aspect.

I am the world.  The world is me.  How do we always forget that?  We constantly make separations and divisions between ourselves and the world and life.  Then we bitch and moan that there is no world peace.  How can we even start to accept each other if we are always pointing out how we are different.  Honestly, differences aren't a bad thing, but generally they are accompanied by negative stereotypes and connotations.

All these different things out there. The 1%, the 2%, I even made one called the 95% to promote weed legalization and awareness.  But it's all so stupid.  We are 100%.  We are all people, human, fallible, emotional, confused, lost and searching.  Isn't the number one question, "Who am I?"

I'm going to make my second movie of the week Rango. I know it's unheard of having two movies of the week, but they are both important.  Rango is a much lighter version of lost in translation.  Maybe you wont appreciate these movies, but you should.

I wrote some notes or something this week that I was going to blog about, but it all seems so frivolous now.  Isn't that how it is?  At the time, things seem so important and huge and metaphysical but an hour or five later it just doesn't seem to have ever mattered at all.  Why did we care so much in the first place?

I am the world.  We are all the world.  The world is us.  We are nature and beauty and love and pain and strangeness and conformity and individuality.  We are all of it.  These are here for and because of us.  We are them.  Without us they cease to exist.  Without them who are we?  Without labels we cannot be unlabeled.  Without restrictions we can't be unrestricted.

Where the hell am I even going with this? There is no answer.  No way to say it correctly.  No way to put it into a neat little bowed package.  It just is.  It's humanity.  It's flawed and fucked up and weird.  It's beautiful because it's real.  Because it's you and me.  Because it's happening.

Don't ask me to repeat it.

astringently,
Mav

Get Lucky by Daft Punk (feat. Pharrell Williams)