Okay, so I did it. Yes, I went on a Redbox Binge. I didn't plan on it. I swear. It just happened. I was just walking into CVS, and there I saw it: the big red box filled with stories, and I was like a thirty year old with a craving. Okay, not like. I was a thirty year old with a craving. But it had been so long, so long since I'd enjoyed the pleasures of a good movie, and I just couldn't decide.
Since I only had about five dollars in my bank account, I figured a mixture was needed: foreign film, romance, action.
And so, in a 24-hour period, I watch Desert Dance, The Longest Ride, and returned the third. Because after Desert Dancer, I realized I needed to Kindle Unlimited Binge. But that, my friends, is a whole other story. Let's talk Desert Dancer and The Longest Ride.
A film based on the true story of Iranian, Afshin Ghaffarian, whose rebellion against the Iranian government was dance.
It's not allowed.
I talk about Freedom a lot. What it means. Who has it. Who doesn't. Where my country lacks. Where other countries lack. Because at the heart of who we are, we want: Love. Compassion. Kindness. Family. Friends.
We want Freedom.
I've watched videos of recent riots (in the US) turn ugly. I've watched videos of the 1940's/1950's and the marches across the South for Civil Rights. I've watched videos of rebels and refugees. I've watched a lot. But damn, I am so incredibly blessed to be a loud-mouthed, free woman who takes nothing lying down. And I'm able to. I think that is a rarity in this world. The ABILITY to be Free.
And so, I encourage you to, yes, watch the film Desert Dance and examine your own Freedom.
And then, SEEK it OUT. Seek out FREEDOM for yourself. Seek out Freedom for others. Make a world where we are ALL truly Free. Where we don't seek comfort over true Freedom. Where we question the world (and our leaders - no matter their damn party) at every turn. Where we never become complacent in ourselves and in others. Where we love and laugh and live out loud in every possible way we can.
Where we are so fucking Free...
When I feel like the world has lost all hope and the love no longer exists, I can always count on Mr. Nicolas Sparks to pull me out of the drudgery and falsehood that "love does not exist." Damnit, love totally exists. Magic totally exists.
I walk outside into a world of sun or snow or rain, and I can see how the sun, the snow, or the rain brings new life or death to the old. I can see how each moment means something beautiful. Each step we take means something. Each person we meet means something.
But I forget sometimes. I get cynical. I think, "But I don't have that, so it must not exist." Oh, stupid human.
First, I do have it. I have awesome friends, amazing family, a career I love, a dog who's a PITA, but abso-freaking-lutely amazing... I have so much, so bullshit on that inner lie.
Second, just because we can't see IT - whatever it you're looking for - doesn't mean it doesn't exist. That's the worst lie us stupid humans tell ourselves. Just because we don't SEE it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It does. We are arrogant and ignorant if we feel our own worldview is ALL that there is.
So, what does this blabbering have to do with The Longest Ride?
Well, many of us have lost faith. Faith in love. Faith in ourselves. We've lost hope that there is goodness in the world. And that's what a true love story teaches us, that in the end there is beauty and love and magic in every moment. That we have to hope and pray (if that's your thing) for the best NO MATTER WHAT.
Magic is possible. We see it in everyday moments.
Joy is possible. When we try for it everyday.
Love is possible. If we understand that humanity is chock full of potential love.
Nicolas Sparks gets that, and the latest retelling of one of his stories doesn't dissapoint in the areas of Magic, Joy, and Love.