Cloud Atlas

 

My favorite comic. The flirtation of coincidence and fate.

Cloud Atlas is a film that dances around this romance like no other.

“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future”- Sonmi-451

Be it fate, coincidence, or choice, our lives are not our own. If you believe in fate, then your life is predestined regardless of the choices you think you made. If you believe in coincidence, then your life will have all the twist and turns because of your luck, not your decisions. If you believe in choice, then your life is exactly as you willed it and you have no right to complain. Regardless of the difference, believers of fate, coincidence, agnd choice have to admit our lives are not our own. Our lives are either controlled by something greater, or at the very least, affect more than one person.

From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. From the first tear your mother sheds to the person that marks your grave, we are forever bound to them. Your life will become a part of someone’s past and present. For some, you may become a past tense, for others, you are a part of their present and perhaps even future. How can our lives be our own when we string others along for the entire ride?

It’s strange. We rely so much on other people and yet we trick ourselves into believing otherwise. We all like to think we’re individuals who are free from the restraints of society. Yet as it is, most of us live within these constraints and follow objective maxims that force us to realize the truth that by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future

“I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first.” – Robert Frobisher

The first glance, the first look, the first meets the eye. It’s never a fluke. The first sight lead to everything that followed.

Each act of passion, each act of insanity, each moment of peace, each moment of comfort, all adds up to the exquisite roller coaster ride that is life.

“Is this possible? I just met her, and yet, I feel like something important has happened.” -Isaac Sachs

Time is relative. A day for a human is a month to a dog. Who is to say that a connection that was made in hours can’t be just as real, valuable, and lasting as one that was created over months of interaction? In fact, I would argue that an instantaneous connections are better than one created over months of interaction. As random as human connection can be, we are drawn to others for very specific reasons. Most of my close friends are people I met and liked immediately.

  • Jessie: I met her first day of APUSH, I was falling asleep in class and she sat behind me. She laughed so loud at this mutated alpaca game that she was playing that she woke me up. I turned around, saw what she was doing, and knew we were going to be good friends.
  • Samantha: We met in Asian Studies through a forced partner project. The first thing we told each other was that we’re for sure going to procrastinate on this, we did, but it all worked out.
  • Deborah: Rush week, beach bonfire, we bonded over how we were taller than most of the guys there. Somehow ended up sleeping over the next day.
  • Kelly: Rush week. Actually got to talk to her at a party drunk off our asses about how much we value academics and living life and ended up saying I love you that same night.

These girls are one of many people who made such a huge impact on my life and I would never trade them for anyone else. Yet when people hear how quickly we bonded, there is always doubt in their mind as to how real our friendship is. When you meet the right person, you know.

Cloud Atlas. A forever unfinished love affair. Me&Mine.

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