I had another “lesson” moment, though just a thoughtful one this time.
I was just at my very good friend’s place to celebrate his excellent debut in his show, and there was an unexpected (to me, anyway) visitor: a really cute girl that seemed to have an affinity with my buddy. I would be a terrible friend if I didn’t give him the look.
Down to the muscle twitch.
In any case, we watched REPO! the genetic opera. A movie so full of angst that I could mould it into small, adorable, angst filled mini demons. It was adorable. And full of blood, gore, black, and VERY pale people.
Paleness aside, the experience was funny: it had been awhile where I made myself feel like a third wheel. I felt very…analytic. Outside of everything, observing. It’s an interesting mindset, as it leaves me feeling apart from the world, and yet incredibly attached.
I said my goodbyes to everyone, and made my way into the alleyway between our houses. The chill air blew through my hair as the ground underneath my feet crunched as only a dirt gravel path can. It’s at this point that I put in my earphones, and being to listen to this song, which is an excellent remake of this one.
Seriously, that remix is fantastic.
In any case, it’s at this point that I’m compelled to look up at the sky.
The black, inky sky holds an imaginable depth, impossible for me to fathom; yet still, in the darkness of the sky, there are shinning stars, twinkling. Not many, but a few, and occasionally they would get covered up as passing clouds drifted by on a gust of cool wind.
It’s precisely at this moment that I hear the cool voice of Leonardo DiCaprio say the following:
“Think about it Ariadne. How did you get here? Where are you right now?”
I think I'm too close to the creepiest man on Earth is what.
Obviously, I’m not as hot as Ellen Page, but the idea struck home. As the words, sounds and the world slipped away around me, all I could see or think of was the sky, space, the universe, the places I’ll never see and never go to.
And yet, here I was. Here. Not anywhere else, but here. Where exactly is “here”? And how did I get “here”?
I pondered those questions for well over 10 minutes I stood in a dirt gravel alleyway. I was on Earth, of that I was certain; but where was that in the grand scheme of things? Where was this place I called home? Even if I could answer that question, the first one was even more perplexing despite its simplicity. How did I get here?
So I ask you those questions: where are you? How did you get here?
Phil, Meet World 
Home is where you are. It’s where you were born, where you grew up, where you live as an adult, and where you spend the final days of your life.
I don’t know, I’m just waxing philosophical, or trying to sound like it 😉
I thought I posted about this once on my own blog.
Because sometimes as I’m walking to the office in the early hours of the morning I stop and look at the city around me, and I ponder on how a small town country boy from Australia wound up living and working in Los Angeles.
Because I made a choice.
That’s life, and it’s affected by the choices you make, and those you don’t, although even “not making a choice” is still making a choice.
Look at it this way: You have a choice to leave with your girl and move to another city, in another state, perhaps in another country, and you um & ahh and don’t commit and finally the day comes and she leaves without you. By not choosing to go with her you chose to stay.
We are where we are because of the choices we made.
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