I lived some of my life in the movies. I’ve fallen in love and cried thanks to actors who played their part well, to well chosen lines, to a director who plays God and creates his own world.
If only I could jump into the movie, into the skin of someone else, be brave and charming, spend 10 years in jail which pass in a few minutes, have perfect looking children without bearing the pain of birth.
Two hours and I feel I’ve lived 10 years. By the end of the movie I feel old, emotional and ready for some food.
Movies make me wonder if I’m taking life too lightly. Maybe I should fall in love more. Maybe I should risk more.
Maybe I should be more daring and shock people, giving them moments to remember: “When I was young, I dressed in a bright green coat and played the guitar near the government building. The lyrics went like: I’m beautiful and I can’t sing, give me some money so I can go home.
I should think about this next time my stress level hits the upper limit.
Photo: Still with Greta Garbo from Anna Karenina (1935)