Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dead Poets Society



Never have I seen a film that has inspired me so.




I wish to run under the rain and write and write


Till my fingers are stiff from the writing




The world seemed an endless dark pit to me earlier today


As I lost my best friend of 10 years and we will never speak again


Yet I know now that the loss was not much when I gained freedom of spirit and life


I saw what it means to dig deep into your soul and find the true marrow of life


To live each moment and see the beauty in every tree branch, every leaf, every rain drop


To die would be a waste whereas to live is a miracle




Yes, this is what I learned from this wonderous English teacher in the film.


I am reminded of my own mentor in High School and how she has and still does inspire me daily


How before I used to be all alone but now I am comforted through writing.


Poetry, testimony, narrative...they are the essence of our being


I can finally look to the sky and know that the dark clouds have passed


And a glorious rainbow smiles down on me


In this movie, in this life, in this moment I know I am not alone.

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