this Sunday morning, i woke up early thinking it was Monday.
that i was late for work.
thankfully i realized my mistake.
my first instinct was to open the television.
despite my need for more silence in life.
i chanced upon the movie, Serendipity.
prompting me to quickly change the channel.
romantic films annoy me.
maybe because they reveal my loneliness.
or, maybe because they unearth the pain from a breakup two years ago.
or, really, perhaps because they simply are corny and inaccurate representations of falling in love.
so, several channels later,
as i was surfing mindlessly through several buttons,
i encountered Serendipity once more.
this time, it was ending.
so i thought about seeing the last parts of the film, for the humor of it.
the male sidekick was consoling the lead character about his choice of calling off the wedding.
the sidekick said:
the Greeks do not have obituaries.
but when a person dies, they only have One Question.
did that person have Passion?
the sidekick gave the lead a letter.
then their paths separated.
over a voice-over,
the contents of the letter were revealed to the audience.
it was composed as an obituary:
here lies a man who died pursuing his soul mate.
but, he utterly failed.
and died of a broken heart.
but in the last moments before his death, his friends described him as having a certain clarity.
you must watch the movie.
this voice-over in the last part was so good.
and definitely better than what i am trying to paraphrase.
if the Greeks were to ask me this question before i die.
if i did have Passion?
i would say, Yes.
how about you?