God's listening...

Some people are really good storytellers, like my mom. She is the best, since we were kids, we were told stories, lovingly, as I rested my head on her left arm, as me and my bro fought the side which mom would choose to rest her head, coz who doesnt want their mom to face their side? Those days were spent looking, gazing into the concentric circles made by the fan as we looked up at the ceiling. waiting for mom to climb into bed to tell us stories. It was fun, really fun.

Now, no one tells stories, except moviegoers, and sometimes I tell mom stories. About life, friends. About the world. Sharing is where and what makes us human. It's all so magical.

I saw a movie today. Nothing like it. Was pure storytelling. Leaving you on tenterhooks. Not once moving your eye away from teh screen. You just embrace a life that is not your own, you fall in love with characters even if you dont know them. Lives of others. It's a brilliant movie. If you haven't seen it. Well, it's something like...

Have you ever known a secret that could devastate a relationship, but yet you don't say a word, and keep it to yourself? Have you helped someone unknowingly? Have you been there and done a miracle without anyone knowing it? Have you once refused to live up to your bad reputation?Have you?

:)

Some miracles in lives happen because when god isn't listening, someone is.

And knowing that someone is looking over you, that's the beauty of being alive, knowing that someone cares.Maybe we go on living this life because we know that there is someone who loves us, truly, madly, deeply.Even if they aren't around, it's ok, just that feeling is enough.

Lives of others, just helps you experience that little feeling, that means so much.