Ripples

Seven Pounds—Wil Smith stars as widowed contractor, who is on mission of redemption. Meeting various people throughout the movie, we discover his quirkiness is well planned and incredibly difficult for family and friend. Movie watchers discover at the end his last act was arranged and the myriad people he met were to benefit in his passing. Guilt-ridden for one dark night, he has been living his life these last few months for the preparation of this act. This act that will live past. In hopes to bring balance. 

A sad, but affirming movie, we learn that he is making amends for that life changing night. Movie Seven Pounds relates to pounds of flesh one must exact for that night.

Sometimes, it happens in an instance. A truck makes a quick turn not noticing the tiny car in the next lane. It happens when an inebriated driver makes a poor choice. It happens when four college-bound youths fall victim to the erroneous belief of invulnerability. 

It sometimes a slow, oh so slow, series of decisions. It is the decisions that by doing this and doing that, it will make things ultimately better. Unfortunately, the price for these choices is the precious love and joy of the one, the only one.

Looking back, I understand. Hated the choices he made. Hated the choices I made. Hated the way events turned out. There is some meaning, I know it. Actually, I hope for this all to have meaning. I would say that there is nothing I would pay to get these moments back with him. Blinded by denial, anger, bargaining, and depression by all these decisions. I would pay.

Things is, I can’t.

Not in this lifetime. Truth is I didn't pay the price. Here is what is left. Buyers remorse. Moment has passed. Perhaps, Cognitive Dissonance will get me through. Tend to believe the Big Smile will give me what I need at the time when I needed. These moments, these posts, I hope some day will help others to look deeper, to look wider, to look within. 

Listening to the climactic bathroom scene of the Seven Pounds. All the mysteries of the movie are revealed. As one life ends, another one. . .no,another Seven begins.

I am now a calm, blue pool. No wind just mirrored blue. One can see the clouds overhead. A slight morning breeze passes. Small ripples refract causing a series of circles to intersect forming more circles. A small vibration here and there and the ripples of our lives are impacted. Sometimes we are the soft wind that causes ripples in other lives. Sometimes we are beneficent of this wave. There are less than nice intentions sent out. This is due, to an angry, hurtful tune. At times, this can be screeching and horrible and ugly. Yet, these moments tests us. It is these dark times of despair, that makes us realize how wonderful we are. How wonderful life is. How wonderful an ugly tune can reminds us that there is so much beautiful.

I believe there is purpose. Ugly at how life seems at times, there is cause. there is purpose. There is meaning. Cause if none of these things were not true, than this all random, meaningless jibe. Just a whole bunch of crap. Maybe this deluded, however, if you are gambler, I tend to be more optimistic of events. It is something that will be revealed.

Best that we can do is make due. Sometimes we do not reach that goal. In the end, there is no end. It is the journey. A chapter of an infinite moments. Some say there are landmark moments, and that may be true. However, the more I write. The more I discover these moments are all landmarks. Each moment is a refractions of others before. Critical mass is every second. It is every moment. In every everything.