Where is the remote?

Ever experienced the moment where you know the part of a movie or show is coming, but instead of getting lost in its wonder, a shower comes through blocking the signal?
This is how I feel my life is playing out day-to-day.
My life is on pause just as I am awaiting the best part of it to begin.
I can see through the static of what is to come or what once was, but the haze is getting thicker and I am losing the soulful parts.
All the splendid parts are getting lost in translation:
The way you feel when you see someone who changed your life one day,
or the day you learned what makes you tick.
I am trying to grasp ahold of these moments that brought me to today,
awaiting the adventure that forever change how I see the world.
I cannot wait, but pause is a very uncomfortable place to sit.

Casting Call

The other day I was asked a three-part question at work,
that has lingered in my mind ever since.
Normally these type questions I blow off as wasteful,
but not this week.

"What would be the opening scene of your movie, what song would be playing, and who would play you?"

The last part of the question still fell into the "I don't give a shit" category,
but the other two stroked a chord or two.
Music is what keeps me breathing some days,
leaving that as an undertone for the immense contemplation.

I did, however, have an instantaneous reaction.
La Rocca's "Non-Believer"
The scene choice was very broad,
but the instant reaction I feel says so much.
It is what I think of my life off the cuff,
without contemplation.
As someone who contemplates everything in excess,
it took me off guard.

At least I get to contemplate the meaning of that now,
or is that one to just let be?

As I shuffle through my many, newly downloaded songs,
I now ask myself if that is actually what should be "the chosen one".
Isn't the song that ends the movie really the significant one?

I wish the movie would be interesting.
For all the thought I have wasted on it,
it should be casting soon.