[review] the notebook

went to see
the notebook
yesterday

talks about
the power of a summer romance
or
talks about love...
and watching the movie through
i wonder if
such stories exist
in real life
or if they are only
the constructs
of a romantic imagination

made me think
of the things that have happened
in my own life
and that's where a movie
can work it's magic
when one can relate
to what is happening on the screen
it becomes intensely personal
and i see
an overlay
of my own past experiences
acted out in sync
with the people on screen
of course
the details are never the same
but that's the cool thing about subjectivity
one can interpret things
however one wishes

so
true love found
in a summer romance
does this happen
to so many people
that it can stereotyped into a movie?
a question to self then
what makes my own experience so special?
the fact that it was me
it was her
and not someone else
it's personal
and yet other people can understand?
can empathize?
does the fact
that other people can relate
demean one's own experience?
maybe that's why
we keep some things
so secret to ourselves
because to share it
would be to dilute it
and yet if that is so
what of the joy and happiness
one experiences
tho so intensely personal
and meant for that one special other
what does it mean to share the story of this
to share the experience of this
with someone else?
with the world in general?

i'm off to a wedding now
an old friend from the past
to share in this moment of his joy
it seems like
i've reached the age in my life
where people around me
seem to all be getting married
it's weird in a way
because i feel like i live
in a completely different continuum
so many stories
so many lives
coming together
but what does one really know?
what does one really understand?
friends
near and afar
close and cursory
how do we really
touch upon each others' lives?
and why do we do this?
what does it mean?
what drives us?
what do we want?
...what do i want?

i guess
i want
to understand
to live
to learn
to grow
to love
:)