Tuesday

Find the lost ones

I just finished watching the documentary, "Boy Interrupted". It's about a 15 year old that committed suicide. I always thought people died off camera. As I watched this movie, I saw a kid, at the current age of my youngest nephew, video taped, like father's do in today's world, following him through almost every year of his life, eventually, onto a picture of his son's computer, sitting on his made bed, where he typed his suicide note. I even saw the window, from his point of view, where he jumped out of - to his death.

I started writing about how far technology has advanced to where we can follow almost every person's life, if they are so lucky to have loved ones that wish to follow them.

Fuck that! This is my point...

Don't take for granted that the person you love will be there next year, or when you get around to realizing how important they are to you. Don't throw away their words you see on screen. They mean more than you know.

The movie ended on his funeral. I knew he would die. I also knew he died for a reason. The reason was because he felt things deeper than others do. What he said and did, meant more to him than you would realize. Some people don't act on their thoughts the way others do. Even with drugs, Evan died, knowing that what he did, didn't matter to others the way it did to him.

I will write this one last note about Evan. Evan wrote songs. Evan wrote stage plays. Evan acted as a director with his friends, in his plays. Evan was creative.

Don't take words for just words. There is a reason behind the words of every artist (yes, writers are artists [even unpublished ones]). Don't disregard the things you see on the page, or computer screen, as meaningless blah, blah. Words have a purpose.

Back to Evan...

I have memories of my brother. Unfortunately, I don't have the video to prove it. Evan's younger brother can see his brother smile at him whenever he wants. Pictures are a lot of laughs, pretending like you remember, but video says so much more. If I saw a picture of me and my brother, I would recognize him for being someone that mattered back then. If I saw a video of him right now, I would see him as some guy that got in the way.

I guess this was all about me.

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