But also, as they both are strong believers in the utility of a television set in a home (unlike me: I resisted their attempt to persuade me to buy a TV successfully over the past 5 years;-)), I found myself sitting on the couch and zapping through the dozens of channels cable TV provides my parents' home with.
And, of course, I landed among others on the show about Elodia. This Elodia is some woman missing since i dunno when, who is supposed to have been killed by her husband, my father informed me with a grin.
Thing is that they speak on a talk show about her. And what stunned me was, that they did 64 (!) episodes about her story so far.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder: were somebody to do a show after my life tomorrow (of course without me being dead:-)), would it fill 64 episodes? Would it even fill 10? Or is my (somewhat short) life so far suffering from such a lack of sensational, that people wouldn't even proceed to the series, for it would be rejected after the pilot show? Would it be a cultural show or a sitcom? Or maybe even a soap-opera? Hmmm...maybe a smart documentary?Action movie? Thriller?
What would you go with, were it your life to be filmed?
HERO OF THE DAY: Bob, for having such a sensationally un-sensational life.
2 comments:
guess you already knew i'd disagree :-) the unsensational lives are far better than the sensational ones, meet me for a cup of coffee this week to shed some light on that part :-)
the greatest adventures happen inside our souls. dear bob, you do live a life uncommon, because you touch the lives and dreams of others. what you wrote about the smart ant is very true about you, as well. and the truly exciting things in life are special moments we share with those we love. whenever two special people meet, the result is almost some kind of chemical reaction which does not only change the people involved, but also their whole environment, everything they touch or see, all the persons they meet... like fireworks ... and interior fireworks can explode while we are just sitting somewhere, having a cup of coffee and talking about small, but fascinating things. nothing in our lives is unimportant or boring, because we transform the smallest things into parts of the magical theatre of hesse's "steppenwolf" - remember?
love,
andra
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