In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tagline.”
Often, our blogs have taglines. But what if humans did, too? What would your tagline be?
My blog doesn’t have a tagline. I should probably think of one. How does one come up with a tagline? Think. It has to be short and catchy. Witty. Sums up what the blog is all about in a few small words. Makes the reader want more. Can there really be such a tagline for human beings?
A tagline for me. To make people want more of me. Something that doesn’t sound pretentious. Something that doesn’t make me come off as a shameless self promoter.
A tagline for me. It has to be just right. The perfect mix. Smart and sexy. Nerdy but cute. Awkward yet endearing. Is that what I am?
A tagline for me. Maybe I should think high brow instead of girl next door. Me: Philosopher. Thinker. Intellectual. After all my blog is called dreams of an escapist. Such a pretentious name for a blog with only three entries and two views in the entire year. Still it was better than the other shit I came up with. Musings of an eternal soul. What am I? Buddha reincarnated?
The default WordPress tagline is Just another blog. I think I’ll stick with that. Me: Just another human.
I came upon this movie in a list of must watch anime movies and downloaded it. It seemed like my type, the usual emotional/philosophical drama that I always watch. Instead it turned out to be a really sweet and understated coming of age tale that filled me with nostalgia.
Ocean waves or Umi ga kikoeru is about a boy, his best friend and his crush. Sounds cliche, I know.
Morisaki and Takato are friends, living a normal high school life in the town of Kochi, until a new arrival, a transfer student from Tokyo stirs things up. I can’t really say more without giving away the whole plot. I suck at writing synopses. Just Imdb it.
A lot of coming of age tales have very forceful plots. Big things happen, dreams get crushed and hearts get broken until the protagonist finally grows up. This movie was very understated. Small things happened in a small school in a small town and they knew it. Scenes in the school, scenes with Morisaki and his parents made me think of my school days. I don’t know why, but coming of age tales always filled me with nostalgia before I was even close to coming of age myself. I remember tearing up while watching Honey and Clover when I was thirteen.
This movie was commissioned by Studio Ghibli to give its younger talent some free rein. They were asked to make a movie within a tight budget and schedule but it ended up exceeding both. That’s too bad, but I think it was worth it. I’m guessing that because of this, the animation wasn’t very detailed, but that just made the movie better. The past is always hazy in our minds. I loved the coloring of this movie, all soft colors and white (I love white. Give me white roses any day). I don’t remember where i read that the past always seems to have a rose colored hue, with all the edges softened by time.
The soundtrack matched the feel of the movie perfectly (It’s available on Grooveshark). At the end of the movie, everybody comes back to Kochi for their high school Reunion and only then Morisaki realises what he’d been missing all along. Watch this movie people, you won’t regret it.
Life has a way of opening a new door just a little, just enough so you can peep though the crack and see what success and happiness lies beyond and you let hope take root in your heart, only to slam it in your face so hard that your skull is cracked open and your nose starts bleeding.
Every once in a while, you come across articles about failure aimed to inspire and motivate. Lincoln’s life sucked for ages until he became the president. Colonel Something had to knock on a gazillion doors before he founded KFC. But what about all those people out there, who work tirelessly day after day only to keep on having doors slammed in their faces? Is failure the stepping stone to success only for a lucky few? What if you’re not one of the lucky few?
Maybe the idea that perseverance pays off, that if you try, try and try again you will eventually succeed is just something people invented to make themselves feel better. Maybe parents didn’t want their kids to get disheartened when they fail their first test. It’s certainly true that more efforts lead to better results, but not always to success.
When you work your hardest for something and still fail, it feels like life’s telling you that you just weren’t good enough. You didn’t make the cut. When you get rejected after an audition, they always say don’t take it personally. But how can you not?
Picking yourself up after failing is one of the hardest things to do. It’s even harder for those who have failed so many times they’ve just become used to it by now. If you’re such a person, all you can do is take comfort from Samuel Beckett’s immortal words and move on: Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
What is loneliness?
It’s this feeling of despair, something in your heart that keeps weighing you down. It’s always there, sometimes you just don’t notice it. After a while you just get used to it. Accept it. No one is ever going to like you. Nothing will ever change.
Saturday nights spent alone. Wondering why. Everyone else has plans, why not you? You’ve tried. Yes, you’ve definitely tried. But, look around, you’re still alone. Is it you or is it them? It must be you. But what more can you do? Change yourself completely until you no longer exist?
It’s ok, you say to yourself. A man should be able to enjoy his own company. So you’re the solitary reaper. So what? You don’t want to be with those losers anyway. Let’s just get a nice hot cup of coffee and sit down and watch a good movie, you say. There’s no nicer way to spend your time. But it never leaves you. It just keeps gnawing away at your spirit. Why? Why me?