This has been on my mind for a while now, and its morphed into something like a wild animal. In our lives, we are the stars. Your life is a movie about you. Have you ever wondered though, how many photos are taped into albums with you blurred in the background? How many people have you walked past, and they thought about you later that day? How many people have YOU walked past and thought of later that day?
Let me give an example. I was eleven or twelve, that's a pretty trivial detail, and it doesn't really matter, but that was it. Eleven or twelve. I was in Florida on vacation and we all decided to take a walk to a soft serve place down the street from our condo. The place is long gone now, but back then it was the best thing ever. It swirled the biggest cones, it was heaven. They also did milkshakes, which is what this twenty-four-ish guy was after. He was blonde, had on cargo pants and a white t shirt, and leaned on one elbow as he told the lady behind the counter to make him a vanilla shake, and make it thick. He wasn't going to pay for it if it wasn't thick. For some reason, I remember everything about this guy, from the look on his face to the tone of his voice. He wasn't trying to be mean or anything, he just wanted to get his money's worth of milkshake. Now, every time I make a milkshake at Baskin Robbins, I remember this guy and wonder where he went in life. What happened to him? Did he get what he wanted? Not the milkshake, but everything else. Did he achieve his dreams? Does he have a family now? Or is he dead?
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've realized this weird thing, that everyone has a different movie that they're staring in. That woman you just passed on the side walk, shes been married for fifteen years and her husband wants a divorce. That guy you stood behind in the ticket line at the movie theater, he's going to win award for his cinematic genius one day. The cashier at the check out line in the grocery store, she's working three jobs to pay the bills.
While you're the star in your movie, you're merely the extra in another's. Yeah, I guess that's it.
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