Brand New Day
I couldn't sleep throughout the whole night. Not in the tossing and turning kind, mind. I was at the computer, not wanting to sleep. My mind active, my soul singing, my heart troubled. Why, I wonder. Actually, I didn't so much wonder as to be in denial. I know why.
I knew why. In such a state, lying in the dark waiting to fall asleep would probably be a recipe for disaster.
So I was up. I edited videos, replied mails, wrote mails, worked on the storyboard.
And then the sun came up. Slowly, but surely, it rose.
I looked at my watch. Three hours before my next movie. I've been watching movies galore at the Pusan International Film Festival. One of the best things about this fest is that it's set at a port city, which means that one of the main locations is on the beach. So I decided to get dressed, and go for a walk, if only to gladden the heart and free my mind.
After all, it's rare that I'm up at this hour. Even rarer that I'd be anywhere near a beach.
As I walked towards the beach, the fresh air entered my nostrils. I was intoxicated, not only by that, but also by the sights and sounds of people going about their life. Starting the day, a new day. They all seem happy, probably excited by the prospect of an international film festival in town. I see people making the most of it.
Then I got to the beach. And I see the moments then I tend not to see, drowned in the mountains of work and depression, carried forth from one day to the next.
I see people with their loved ones, with their friends and their family. I see those by themselves, sitting on the beach, reflecting, and those jogging along the shore, driven by the desire that every exertion, every muscle strained further, brings forth the pain that stretches our mortality, giving us life. I see the moments of opportunity, people fishing in the sea or those rushing into position to take a picture, a moment that may never come ever again.
Well, I see a moment that comes every day. A moment that reminds me that, no matter the problems of yesterday, we all get a new chance to start all over again.
It's a brand new day, people.
Let's make the most of it.
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I knew why. In such a state, lying in the dark waiting to fall asleep would probably be a recipe for disaster.
So I was up. I edited videos, replied mails, wrote mails, worked on the storyboard.
And then the sun came up. Slowly, but surely, it rose.
I looked at my watch. Three hours before my next movie. I've been watching movies galore at the Pusan International Film Festival. One of the best things about this fest is that it's set at a port city, which means that one of the main locations is on the beach. So I decided to get dressed, and go for a walk, if only to gladden the heart and free my mind.
After all, it's rare that I'm up at this hour. Even rarer that I'd be anywhere near a beach.
As I walked towards the beach, the fresh air entered my nostrils. I was intoxicated, not only by that, but also by the sights and sounds of people going about their life. Starting the day, a new day. They all seem happy, probably excited by the prospect of an international film festival in town. I see people making the most of it.
Then I got to the beach. And I see the moments then I tend not to see, drowned in the mountains of work and depression, carried forth from one day to the next.
I see people with their loved ones, with their friends and their family. I see those by themselves, sitting on the beach, reflecting, and those jogging along the shore, driven by the desire that every exertion, every muscle strained further, brings forth the pain that stretches our mortality, giving us life. I see the moments of opportunity, people fishing in the sea or those rushing into position to take a picture, a moment that may never come ever again.
Well, I see a moment that comes every day. A moment that reminds me that, no matter the problems of yesterday, we all get a new chance to start all over again.
It's a brand new day, people.
Let's make the most of it.
*For more, click here.
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