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GUEST BLOGGER: NY1596You could call me a student, parent, teacher, doctor, writer, counselor, photographer, songwriter, and a whole lot of other things as well; mostly because I am a wearer of a dozen different hats—many of them at the same time. A little blocked blog online is just one claim to fame. Don’t bother to click the link; it will get you nowhere.
I was recently walking in Central Park, and as I did I found myself watching the people around me. Since I was listening to music on my iPod, I couldn’t hear what was going on. I just watched the people as they jogged, as they lay on the grass, or played Frisbee. It was almost like I was watching scenes from a movie, with a soundtrack playing at full throttle.
As I watched these people I wondered who was watching my movie right then. Were people seeing me as the main character of my own epic film? Or had they already lost interest and wanted their money back at the box office?
I could only hope that I was worth the price of admission.
5 comments:
I do that sometimes. It's FUN. Makes life more colorful and have a lot more energy.
Another fun thing to do... watch commercials with the sound OFF. Half the time I can't figure out what's going on.
I see people watching my "movie" all the time . . . my favorite is when I catch them counting the carseats in my giant van . . . when caught they always jump and giggle nervously and back away as though it might be contagious.
I isn't it fun to "people watch?" :D
What an interesting post! Though I don't know you... I strangely enjoyed the simple glimpse into a tiny piece of your life; and yes, it is worth the admission. :)
This reminds me of Truman Show... we just watched that again last night. It really gives you a lot to think about. And yes, I can assure you, every life is worth the price of admission.
Your "step back" view and metaphor of a scene in your life movie was good in that it reminded me of something. Actually, two somethings. One time I looked out the bay window of my home and saw one of my family members standing in our front yard up against one of our old Carolina poplars. Behind that sky scraping old tree was a loooong stretch of empty field. Suddenly I saw the perspective of how small a fully grown human is against the backdrop of God's scene. I thought for a moment how ridiculous any actor or actress would look being filmed in any one of a million natural backdrops. How swallowed up even their voices would be, how small they really are compared to the presence we allot them on stage. Then I began to wonder how in the heck film makers do it, that cinematography thing. Anyway, that is a subject for another day. Anyway, I love any writing that stimulates the old brain cells to think of perspective, perpetuation and falling off the edge of the world. Thank you. I'm reminded of one more thing I remember reading. Kind of sobering to think that maybe someday our life will be still flashed on a wall like my father used to do when I was a kid with his old projector and we will be asked to narrate. Yikes! Or perhaps the more apropo word would be. Repent!
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