living in reel life

(Jeff) Anything is possible. It is night on planet earth and I'm alive. And someday I'll be dead. Someday I'll just be bones in a box, but right now, I'm not. And anything is possible … each moment can just be what it is. There's no failure, there's no mistake … I don't need money, man. I don't, I don't even need, I don't even need a future. I, I could knock out all of my teeth with a hammer. So what? You know, I could poke my eyes out. I'd still be alive, you know? At least I'd know that I was doing something real for two or three seconds, you know? It's all about fear and I'm not afraid anymore, man. Fuck it! Fuck fear!
- suburbia

Principal Holmstead: Growing up is a hard enough thing as it is.
Kelly: Is that what your box of tissues is for?
- The Battle of Shaker Heights

Lelaina Pierce: Hey Sammy, what's your goal?
Sammy: My goal is... I'd like a career or something.
- Reality Bites

God: Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?
- Evan Almighty

Pierre Dulaine: You can get what you want.
Rock: No, some people get what they want.
Pierre Dulaine: Those are the people who show up to get it.
- Take the Lead

so how was your weekend?

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If a tree falls in the wilderness and no one hears it, does it make a sound? If you paint the picture o perfection and no one gets to see it, or do the best performance on stage without an audience, or write the best piece of literature without anyone getting to read it, would it be real? I used to think, up until a few days ago actually, that knowing in myself that I have reached that unattainable goal is all that matters. If I write the best book or act the best performance on stage, knowing in myself that I did it would be enough. But then would that be enough to make it real? Would it really matter if it is not? Why are people so intent on leaving their mark in the world like some cosmic vandalism everyone would acknowledge? What am I talking about?

Heck, my inner monologue now has a voice of someone else… like an inner monologue, right? The other half of my mind should know the answer. I feel like coffee (the real thing!) and bukclab-type conversations.