This entry is part of The Self-Involvement Blog-a-Thon at Culture Snob. The self filtered through the movies.
I want my life to be like a montage.
Of me traveling the open road with good friends on the way to who cares. Of beautiful countryside settings at dusk and wind blowing through my hair and laughing.
I want my life to be like a montage.
Where I train against what seem insurmountable odds. Where I put my body through rigorous drills on the sides of mountains in far off countries and nothing seems impossible.
I want my life to be like a montage.
Of me designing the perfect machine against a blood red sky. Painstakingly measuring and re-measuring to make sure that perfect machine does what it is supposed to do, perfectly.
I want my life to be like a montage.
The best bits of life without a concern for how we got there or the consequences after. Only the most brilliant moments. Set to a kick-ass soundtrack.
Excellent post.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if this falls under the "montage" category, but I've always wanted to be running in slow motion down a deserted street, with an explosion or two crashing cars behind me.
That could fall under your idea of
"The best bits of life without a concern for how we got there or the consequences after. Only the most brilliant moments."
Thanks Jamie.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds more like "my life like slo-mo." Which would be cool as well.
Great post Piper.
ReplyDeleteBut beware:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6a0AC67yiX0
Jim,
ReplyDeleteBest. Montage. Ever.
With my luck, the person editing it would throw on a really cliche song, something like Where the Streets Have No Name, and totally ruin my life montage.
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