Act Two

As I stood on the Llandudno beach set this evening (was working on an advert) soaking in everything, the sunset, the waves, the cheesy music playing for the actors to pretending to be happy; I came to a conclusion. The universe is a talkative bitch.

Everywhere I looked I saw symbolism, some obvious others contrived, but then the thoughts were there. The actors with their fake kid playing on the beach "happily", reminded me of the fake future I foresaw. The waves that no one could stop if they tried. The beach dog Max, I made friends, playing with a palm branch before losing interest and leaving it in pieces. A sunset happening before my eyes at that very minute, not thinking about the future.

Yes, the universe was talking and talking. I told it to shut up, my path is set and making small talk with fate isn't going to change it. The parts are in play, the wheel in the sky keeps turning and all life is a stage and the show must go on.

While I feel fear the universe is pushing me into some place I don't want to be, fighting it would be as pointless as pushing the waves back into the sea; I should just surf the mofo.

That's the downer, now the upper. Aside from seeing this shit the universe tries to thrust down my eye sockets, I am happy. Being a writer, I believe everything works best in threes. Three Acts, a beginning, a middle, and a resolution...I don't say end because often the resolution is the best part. God knows Lord of the Rings' resolution lasted a good two hours.

Act one was me growing up with a certain set of morals and ideals. I wanted to be one of those people that found true love and grow old with that person, probably because I was raised by a single parent. I had a school friend I was "friends" with for 2 years, but I secretly liked her a lot. Then she moved away and I was left alone. I promised myself the next time I'd be more to the person I "like." Then the innocent stage happened. The part of the movie where everything is perfect...but we all know it can't last. See good stories need conflict and that conflict was rising. I was stuck in Act One, until finally I was violently destroyed by my demons.

Now I find myself at the beginning of act two. The part of the story where our hero knows what he must do, the part where he knows where he failed, the part where he prepares himself to overcome the odds once more. I welcome this act whole heartedly now where before I was still holding onto act one. I want to now embrace act two to discover how much of a better hero I can be. A hero can never overcome himself if he cannot understand his weaknesses and now with closure to act one, I am ready to see what happens next.

Act three? Who knows, who cares right now. I suppose that act will be about how I come to terms with who I am, I have experienced life for myself and I'm ready to settle into my own skin. I'm not going to rush to act three though. The journey is the destination.

So ends another cryptic blog about the thoughts that go through my mind on a daily basis. I hope that there's people out there that can identify with me because that's one of the most important characteristics of a hero, identification.