August Rush
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Rob took me to the dollar movie tonight. I've been wanting to see "August Rush" since I first saw the preview. Long story short, it's about a boy who is given up for adoption. He is raised in an orphanage and hears the music in everything. Growing up he is convinced that the music within him will draw his biological parents to him and reunite them all. It follows Evan (August Rush) through his journey.
I wanted to see the movie because I identified with Evan as another adoptee. I ended up identifying with him in a completely different way.
Lately Rob and I have been trying to find a way to help me communicate more efficiently. The problem, it would seem, is that I am unique. I don't just march to the beat of a different drummer, at times I hear a whole different orchestra. Any my orchestra isn't playing music so much as it's reciting poetry. When it comes to communicating, I can write and convey my point of view very easily. When it comes to talking, I'm not nearly as efficient. Talking is difficult for me. It's all done on the fly. And for me, I'm in the middle of one thought and I have another 50+ running through my head at any given moment. It's impossible for me to keep up with my thoughts, while talking. Now writing, that's a horse of a completely different color. I can write and my thoughts seem to slow. What was a free flowing freeway while trying to talk. Has become rush-hour traffic, in New York City - a dead stop.
Well Evan, the little boy in the movie, is a musical prodigy. The music just comes to him. He hears it in everything, every where he goes. That's me when writing. I see words in every thing I do. I see stories and poems in every thing. It just comes to me. Flows from my fingers to the keyboard. At one point Evan says he loves music more than food. Now while I am a normal pregnant woman and food is VERY important to me, I honestly have always love writing more than food. Writing is life for me. Writing is as much a part of me as breathing. When I was a kid, I swore there were little mice in my head. And every thought I had, every thing I said was written on a huge black chalk board by the little mice in my head. Now as I grew up I realized there weren't any mice in my head. But my point is, that even then every thing was written. Every thought. Every feeling. Every - every thing was written first.
I don't know if everyone is like this. Does everyone have something that they love so much? So deeply? Does everyone have something that they simply aren't complete without? Not a person. Not a place. But a hobby. A passion. A desire greater than yourself. I hope everyone has something like I have writing. Like Evan has music. I can't imagine a life without it. And I don't know that I want to.
For those who care, I loved the movie. I cried the whole time. It just touched me. I've read reviews and it was hated and loathed by the critics. I never trusted them anyway. They are too consumed with the movies having the right balance of this and not too much of that. What a life that must be, to be so consumed with what's lacking that you are unable to be consumed by a story. So yes, if you are one to listen to the critics, then don't watch "August Rush". If, however, you are a romantic and a movie lover. If your goal when watching a movie is to get lost and live someone else's story for a while, then go watch "August Rush". And let a little boy and his love for music and a family he's never known, consume you as much as it consumed me.
