Who wouldn't, anyway? To be in a fortunate disposition of experiencing the way you wanted life to be, to be the protagonist of every turn of events, to have moments Tumblr-worthy of printscreen-ing, as well as to have a good soundtrack to match--would have perhaps made life more reasons to halt the profanities and depreciation, and more reasons to enjoy and live life the way we wanted it to be.
Then again, it's universal truth that life is not simple, life is complex, life is unfair, life shouldn't unveil the way we wanted things to run. Like, for instance, instead of a good OST, I have songs by Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson playing on repeat every single night because my 12-year-old sister has poor taste in music, and she is currently one room away from me, which makes things worse than I thought. (Now she just hit play on OPM Christmas jingles) At least, I have a very justified reason to swear and curse.
And because I have a random personality, an eccentric set of people living in the same roof as I am (aka my family), more eccentric set of friends, a less dramatic life story, and even more the "less" with my zero love life, my life would be a Disney sitcom. And that's the closest I can get if you want to measure my life in terms of tv shows. And it sucks big time. Besides for plausible reasons that people are stereotyping me as a Disney star, all the more difficult the situation for me in wanting to transfer networks and get maturer roles. Eventually, I'll end up stoned, a face that clearly needs botox, and signing up for indie films. Hypothetically speaking. You get the deal.
Thank God my life wasn't a sitcom. And talking about sitcoms, what inspired me to blog tonight is not for the sake of ranting again but purely due to one episode of 90210 season 3. It was the first episode I've ever watched, well make it second but I forgot when and what season the first ep that I watched before was, but clearly, it was the first episode (and hopefully not the only) I've really appreciated.
So the episode began with Annie narrating this:
"History is largely told as a chronicle of great people doing great things. But, for most of us, life is not made up of big moments. It's made up of small moments. And with every small choice, and with every small decision, we are defining ourselves. Are we proud of ourselves, or are we disappointed by who we've become? Life rarely turns out the way that we plan. The unexpected happens, and it surprises us with new and exciting possibilities. But, sooner or later, reality hits you in the face."
And this struck me. Because I've realized that the universal truth about everyone wanting a life comparable to a tv show is in fact a superficial idea. Quite ironic actually come to think of it since tv shows like 90210 try to mimic life's ingredients of being complex and unfair, but only media people try to put a lot more zest into their shows by signing up a cast of beautiful faces, better wardrobe, good lines, an amazing set, and of course, an OST to match.
It's just that humans, also, can be superficial at times (another universal truth). That instead of appreciating the good storyline writers of tv shows put their efforts into, viewers and loyal series fans would tend to concentrate more on what their favorite stars are wearing and other stuffs the seemed heedlessly insensible.
So, for once, why can't we disregard these universal truths and appreciate life more? Because "Life rarely turns out the way that we plan" to simply put it in Annie Wilson's words. "The unexpected happens, and it surprises us with new and exciting possibilities."
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