A Moment Remembered

She was breathtaking. A light glint of love sparkled in her eyes. The depth of my soul was opening and there was nothing I could do about it. In the quick blink of an eye, between her long eyelashes closing and reopening, I felt a surge of joy flood my soul. My heart pounded, as everything in the room gently slipped into slow motion. I was caught.

I had not intended to be captured by the joyful step in her walk. Nor did I think her beautiful smile would captivate me like a little boy in a 72,000 square foot candy store. All I could do was look into her eyes, frozen in time like a deer in headlights.

Would she consume me and spit me out into a pain filled world of broken relationships, or would she gently open my heart and gleefully play with my inner child? I couldn’t be sure, nor could I think in that awe filled moment. Thinking… Trying to think… Nothing came to me except for a light breeze of her beauty caressing my eyes.

My friend called me a hopeless romantic. He couldn’t resist making fun of me when he waved his hands in front of my face without my knowledge, as I was replaying my short moments with her in my mind’s eye. It was pleasurable in the most sincere and meaningful way.

My lips started to praise God for her beauty. Even the movement of her lips glossing over her precious smile was remembered in detail. The gentle words of affirmation rolling off of her lips fascinated me like a dance choreographed for butterflies fluttering within a floral garden.

But she was gone and I only held a slowly fading memory of her. I strained to relive the moment, but my attempts were spotty at best. If only I could cross her path once more. My attempts were futile. Some time later she married and I could no longer put forth the effort. My morals wouldn’t allow it.

I was found to be wanting and alone. Date after date fell shallow among the fading memories I cherished of her. I tried letting go and lowering my standards, but it was useless. I became a pathetic sight. Lonely. Trapped in an eternity of sorry emanating from a past that never was.

My only hope would emerge from a God of redemption. He alone would be able to bless me with someone far better than I could ever imagine. He was the one who knew my heart more deeply than any dating service could promote. He was the only one I could trust. It was he that would bring into my life a new joy at the exact moment authors dream about.

Letting go was far from convenient. Desiring someone new was even less appetizing. The love I felt in that short moment with her was worth the years of suffering I endured since her marriage. While my friends called me a fool for not moving on, I savored every last drop of memory before it turned a dingy gray. Erased from the thrills of reminiscing.

But tonight I rest my head on my pillow for the last time with her on my mind. The only thing remaining are a few volts of emotional bliss that memory can hardly hold. She will certainly be gone by morning. And for that, I will be thankful. For man can barely maintain the passionate love of a romance made in heaven, let alone a brief awe filled moment of time faded by life’s harsh reality.

She’s gone. That’s what I tell myself. I can no longer miss her. Not because she wasn’t awesome, she was, but because my memories have faded to the point of a sketchy dream. <Sigh>

Brilliant!

The subconscious is not daunted in the slightest way by crowded images or fading memories. It stays intact and plays wistfully in the fields of fun and romance. The very thought excites me. I shall hasten to close my eyes, fall asleep and look deeply into her eyes once again. My mind will be free to think of her often in rich colorful dreams that will last well into eternity.

Excuse me, but I have a date.

Good night.

Copyright © 2011 By CJ Powers
All Rights Reserved.

 

Desperation and Frustration

I hung out with my friend Dennis last night and the conversation took a deep dive revealing an aspect of me that I didn’t want to admit. I was frustrated with being under challenged in parts of my life. I was bored functioning at a level well beneath my upper limits.

This morning I reflected back on the conversation and had an ah-ha moment. It was the type that screenwriters adore. The simple, yet poignant moments that transform character driven movies into award winning films became obvious to me. I finally understood why desperation and frustration make excellent components for telling a story on screen – And, in life.

Understanding my viewpoint starts with the premise or definition I use to compose a character. Simply put, frustration is created when a character holds back from being who they really are and desperation surfaces when a character tries to be someone they’re not.

While I’m no psychologist, I’ve observed many people who get frustrated from what is referred to as blocked goals. The movie Anger Management suggested that those blocked goals, or times when people hold back, lead to anger issues or uncontrollable outbursts – Conflict that writers love.

While in life we want to manage our frustrations before they turn into anger, screenwriters want to inflate the frustration to drive the film through conflict. Along the same lines, creating a character that tries to hold back from being who he is in order to get along with others is the perfect formula for intense dramatic scenes.

There is a story behind everyone who is holding back from living out his or her potential. Most of it can be traced back to some fear of loss. I’ve seen this in an executive who lost his friends when he became a part of the Fortune 100 elite. While some say it comes with the territory, I question if he had the right friends to begin with. Regardless, the loss was great and painful.

Can you imagine what our lives would look like if everyone stepped up to their potential?

That would be easier to accomplish if there weren’t so many people trying to step up to be something they’re not. The world seems full of desperate people trying to make something of themselves in areas they really don’t fit into. This is readily evident when watching the losers perform in the first few painful weeks of American Idol.

My sister and I got together for dinner recently and decided to watch the singing hopefuls. There was a clear distinction between the desperate that wanted everyone to think they were a singer and the quiet confidence of those who owned the talent. Unfortunately, there were tens of thousands who were desperate and only a few dozen who had the skill and charisma.

When looking closely into someone’s life or developing a realistic character, the goal is to find out what is at the core of who they are. Some times it surfaces when they aren’t thinking about it – Those moments when it slips out. I’m speaking about those core personal elements that cause them to be who they are when no one is looking.

Do you stop, or not, at a stop sign in a desolate place with no one around for miles?

I actually stop. Well, it would be more of a rolling stop, but I’m just not capable of running the sign.

When asked who people think I am, most say that I’m a communicator. While the word “creativity” would be a part of the explanation, the person would try to describe me based on the setting in which he or she saw me.

In the Fortune 100 world, people talk kindly about my presentation skills and high business acumen. In the speaking circuit, individuals talk about my life experiences and my ability to share simple stories that help them relate and apply the ideas to life. And, in the film world, people talk about my ability to write and develop entertaining stories out of thin air. But, in all cases, everyone agrees that I’m a communicator.

So, the greatest way to frustrate me is take away my ability or venue to communicate. The opposite is also true, the next time you see me frustrated, you might want to suggest I talk about it or journal – Putting me back into a communication mode. I was never built to be silent, although there are times when it’s prudent.

For those who are desperate, most are chasing after something that they aren’t because they haven’t slowed down long enough to learn about themselves. It takes a significant amount of alone time to understand what’s at the root of our hearts. This is not to be confused with loneliness, which causes some to avoid alone time.

One of my friends was desperate to become a pastor, but never took the time to find out what was at the core of his heart. Twenty years later, he realized that being a pastor wasn’t for him. He had confused the positive reinforcements he got for being a good listener with his shared religious rhetoric in attempting to direct people in a better way of life. It wasn’t until he caught on to what he wasn’t that he was actually able to encourage people in away that they could receive it and benefit from his comments.

No one would argue that Tiger Woods is a golfer or Michael Jordan a basketball player. And, we probably would all agree that neither one was a baseball player even though one took to the game for several painful months. However, in keeping with my definition, we might agree that Jordan was frustrated during his retirement because he wasn’t playing basketball and desperate to get involved in some kind of sport that led him to baseball. There is a good character driven movie somewhere in that part of his life.

The best way to create dramatic scenes in a film is to block your character’s goal or to have her purposely hold back her gut response. And, the best way to reduce the dramas in life is to unblock our personal goals by being who we are. As for me, I’m going to find some new challenges in life that will expand my ability to be me.

The Green Hornet

I found it peculiar that Sony, known for its comic book action franchises like Spiderman and Men in Black, decided to release The Green Hornet in January. Everyone knows that action hero films are released in May – July in a frenzy of summer box office hits. Then it dawned on me. The folks at Sony probably couldn’t figure out how to market the film and didn’t want to risk a summer slot.

I can picture the lead marketing guy trying to figure it out. “Hmm, we have a great comedic lead in Seth Rogen (The 40-Year-Old Virgin), so it must be a comedy. But, the franchise definitely fits in the action, crime, thriller, type genres. And, director Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) is clearly a more heady feature documentary type director that can get too ethereal at times when he’s not shooting a music video.”

What a combination.

For those who love Rogen’s humor, they’ll enjoy the film half of the time. Those desiring some great comic book action will enjoy the other scenes. However, for those who want to just escape and not think at all, they’ll enjoy the entire film – But, might not be able to explain the plot afterwards.

That is not to imply bad writing, as the story was well crafted by Rogen and Evan Goldberg (Superbad). The two make a great comedy writing team, but in this case their brilliant comedy was convoluted in a plethora of action sequences to fulfill the needs of the comic book genre.

The real question for Sony is, “What were you thinking?”

Sony executives must have been reminiscing about the late 60s when the hit action-adventure/sitcom Batman became an overnight success and attempted to spin-off a more serious action-adventure Green Hornet. Since the Green Hornet didn’t succeed past its first season, Sony must have thought it would have fared better with the sitcom mix like Batman, because that is exactly what this film is.

In a time when a more serious Batman re-boot was successfully launched by Christopher Nolan, it takes a lot of guts for Sony to go retro and give The Green Hornet a shot at reviving the late 60s fad that has never been successfully replicated. With The King’s Speech growing by word of mouth and True Grit holding its ground, it will be interesting to watch where The Green Hornet lands at the box office, especially with chick-flick slots approaching.