Anything & Everything

You can’t have everything.

People love to throw that phrase around as if it means something.

You can’t have everything;

and yet no one ever bothers to define what “everything” really is, nor what would, in fact, constitute “having it”.

You want to know the measure of a person? You want to know whether or not have given up, run past their expiry date, forgotten what matters? It’ll come out in their liberal use of that phrase. In their total and complete belief in it. They have bought the tickets, learned the prayer by heart, given their soul into the church of “you can’t have everything.”

Don’t listen to them. They don’t know what it is they’re really saying. They’ve never stopped to really think of the meaning of their own words.

Don’t believe them, it’s not true. You CAN have everything,  you already do.

Love

Someone needs to teach me how to love. Everyone else always seems to know better, and I think at some point I forgot.

If only it were something I could go back to school for. Everyone seems to always want to teach me, but I’m nothing if not a slow learner. Five mistakes minimum before I reckon I should do something differently, and even then only if I’m lucky enough to be paying attention. Worse if I don’t feel it’s something I need to learn, because the lesson itself is a false one.

Let them have their definition of love. Their rigid rules and calculations, their boundaries and squares we’re forced to fit our oddly shaped bodies in. My kind of love is not one you harness, not one you hold, not one you name and place into a plastic container to be consumed whenever hunger strikes.

My kind of love is one you feel, one you follow. One that doesn’t erase itself. One that listens, one that screams. One that will only leave if you attempt to capture it, to bend it to your will, to make it follow your rules. My love is one that lives freely. Undefinable, intangible.

My kind of love is not something you can teach.

 

 

Time

Time passes differently.

It used to move in increments of 4.

But now it’s eternally finite. Slowly rapid. Holding still.

I never used to have time. There was never enough of it, yet I had nothing to do.

Now I have so much to do. So much to achieve. And all the time to do it in.

Someone told me time and space are the real definition of gravity. Our relationship to Earth. Our relationship to everything.  That time passes differently for all of us, depending where you live, how old you are, what choices you’ve made in life. Time always passes differently. I hope someday that means the weight I carry will change too.

48 Hour Film Project

Some of you may know that a group of friends and I participated in Toronto’s Chapter of the 48 Hour Film Project late last year. Good news, I’ve finally gotten around to posting the video up!

For the sake of privacy on behalf of some of my teams’, I’ve password protected the video (see below). I’ve also added the script below the video since that was one of my biggest contributions to the picture. Also please bare in mind that I wrote this all in roughly 5 hours, and we filmed everything in one single day. Hope you guys enjoy it!