Blue Pencil Chronicles

People who know me know that on my spare time (yes, the little of it), I like to spend time watching movies (either with a companion or by myself through Joaqs).  I’m a suki of torrent sites out there, as well as cinemas whenever a new movie comes out.  But most of the time I busy myself watching movies at the apartment, just by the bed or by the study table, absent the more preferred surround sound or home theater lighting, and just confine myself with me and Joaqs (my laptop), plus a headset.

Lately, the movies I tend to watch were preoccupied with the idea that beneath the fabrics of this universe lies someone–or some thing–who/that writes the grand story of our lives.  There’s Mrs. Dalloway and Virginia Woolf in The Hours, Truman Burkman and Christof in The Truman Show, Harold Crick and Karen Eiffel in Stranger than Fiction, and Horton and the Who(s) in Horton hears a Who (although I haven’t finished this one yet). These movies talk about the eternal debate between the pre-destination of Man and his power to change that destiny, as well as the master pen-writer who weaves stories into our lives as he/it goes.

I know, at this point in my life I really should’ve outgrown the existentialist stage, but I just can’t.  While I still have reservations with my faith, I know deep inside this juvenile mind of mine, I acknowledge the fact that not everything I see or do can totally be fathomable by the mere existence of man.  I know there is still something out there, just like how Truman suspects that there’s world outside his own.  While many have denounced the existence of a Supreme Being, of a God, of an Allah who governs and creates everything, I believe I still can’t reach that paramount of thought to totally accept that everything I see and do is commissioned by man.

I mean, I don’t want to get into an argument here, but there are just some things in this world which can’t be explained.  Yet.  I know, science and all the modern theories are trying to prove and disprove everything.  But really, just the magnificence of life on earth is enough spectacle for me to believe that someone is, since time immemorial, “watching over me.”

So sue me if I believe I’m pre-destined.  But the whole craft of life itself, it’s just amazing.

And yeah, I get my life lessons from movies, so sue me even more.

*photo from http://www.poster.net/anonymous/