the unlimited lesson
“Everything I learned I learned from the movies.”
Fade in: and the picture starts
to fill and reflect off my eyes, to make me blink. Inspiring me to
continue with my life like no other thing can. Reminding
my heart of loss and hurt and ache. Showing me that things
aren’t black and white. There is no good and evil.
There is redemption, and love for murderers, and hate for
perfection. There is support of families, support of strangers.
Removal from families. Removal from strange
situations. The spinning wheel and flickering light brings
its viewers through a life, wearing the shoes of another they
otherwise would not know. No object or concrete thing
can teach me the unlimited lessons that a movie holds in its script,
in its actors, in its film. In its whole. Inspiration seeds in and grows
from experience – and when experience is past
the horizon, it can be found in a shape made by pixels. Fantasy
can speak more to our own lives than our own lives are able to muster.
History can be learned through footsteps crackling
on the gravel of a warzone, a little girl dressed in red going to hide
from death. The most important life lessons are there
and stay with a person, even after the: cut to black.