It started out a few years ago during a late night attempt to discover the 'zest' of life. Or, more specifically, the others who seek out this 'zest.' But zest, this word generally associated with citrus, doesn't even begin to explain my frantic inquisition.
Spice. Reverie. Energy. Ecstasy. Flavor. Bliss. Passion.
Where are the people willing to die of excitement? Where are the people who have eye-twinkling moments from sweet simplicity? Where are the people who find beauty in the hot mess of life?
This way of thinking is almost a curse. Because I have found no one.
...until a few nights ago... when i found the romantics
Sure, this only-earned-14%-acclaim-on-Rotten-Tomatoes, book-turned-movie is not the best independent film out there. The characterization, the plot, the cinematography, the acting, etc. were not stellar. At the start, I thought, "This movie is kind of boring."
But the life philosophy held by the characters is beautiful. They get it. They feel with every fiber of their being. You know, that feeling when you feel so much you might just explode.
Of course you don't.
“We are so blind to all of the tiny beautiful things, no I am talking about the tiny beautiful things that make life worth living. We share a goal. To inspire and to be inspired. That my friends is imperative and without that, without that we got nothing.” -Tom
So, can you keep up? Can you live for inspiration? I don't know if you can. I don't know if you can handle these outrageous emotions. They are perpetually on the rocks, which is the fantastic part.
This is the stem from which this blog has grown. This is my life.
one-hundred percent romantic.
