I just saw Nanny Diaries with Scarlett Johansson and Alicia Keyes etc... I don't really have the time or brain capacity to pull off a well written and acceptable enough paragraph containing the contents of this movie, so you'll have to go see it yourself. Unless you don't wanna feel sad for the rich people of upper Manhattan, then it's definately a no for you unsympathetics! But, I can, however, write an idea about the feeling it gave me in my heart. Deep in the pit of my soul...my heart goes out for those of a high, monetary status. And not even just that! But every person who doesn't enjoy the real joys of life. Those of the human race who put their lives into the fleeting, destructable and destructive, 'secretly lonely in their own selfish pursuit of life' stuff. Stuff that could turn into dust with the switch of a scientists button or the snap of a richer mans finger. A more evil scientist and a richer man with more hit men than yourself. More rolex's (or maybe that's out of style...but hey, vintage is in! We shall see...) more ferraris and porsches and diamonds and mistresses than yourself. More bills taking up space in their imported snakeskin wallet. And more emptiness in their souls. A bigger gap to fill. A harder heart to kill. More secret tears to whipe away at night. Or just more expensive pills to ignore those tears. A longer echo goes out through their souls, and it gets bigger every smile they could smile but choose to frown instead. And that will cause them plastic surgery procedures because frowning takes WAY more muscles than smiling and 'of course we wouldn't ever want wrinkles!!' You see what I mean? Every joy they pushed away and farther away from their hearts than I am from home (That'd be heaven.) has brought them to stronger strive to be at the very tip top of every food chain in their very best tip top shape! But those food chains will fall. Those banks will break. Those suits will fade. And the black and white, deeply contrasted lines of deceit will be shown after the fallen, earthly ruins finally reveal that these things won't last. And it's the that you'll wonder why you built your house upon that hill. That you founded your life on sand that could be swept away in the blink of an eye, in the eye of a storm, in the storm of life...in the life that we live. At the end of the day...when you get home and kick off your fancy shoes, sit on your fur couch, click on your expensive plasma screen, drop your leather briefcase, and untie your silk neck tie...you get a phone call. Your dad died...your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend is doing drugs...your sister has been kidnapped...your best friend had a miscarriage...your mom is moving away...your artwork wasn't good enough...you got a D on a paper...whatever makes you sad...it happened. Is your Gucci purse gonna hug you and hold you while you cry? Is your mistress gonna give you a comforting speech? Is your safe full of money gonna bring your dad back? Is your next door neighbor who happens to be a celebrity that you've been name dropping for months..are they gonna sive you a smile that says, "it's okay.." Are your fancy cars and big diamonds or drinking bars and pockets full of drugs going to bring back your sister? Is beating up the kid you have a grudge on gonna get you an A on that paper? No. No. No. No!!! Realizing that life doesn't depend on you and resting in your imperfections and loving to the fullest in case they're gone tomorrow...those things will somehow get you through the day. Finding beauty in pain, a smile in the tears, a hug in the violence, a peace in the fight...simply looking at the glass of life as half full can sometimes be the blanket that keeps you warm. Most of all, remembering that if the world came to an end and you just died...money, drugs, grades, good deeds, sucking up and clothes won't mean a thing. They will die along with you. If it all turned to dust tomorrow...would that still be number one on your list? If you had one last day, would you spend it shopping?
Prayers to you all :)
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