The critics accused and ignited this ruse
that people want the lives of movie stars
with six cars, two kids, one divorce, and eight houses.
But we don’t want their fame. We don’t want their lives.
No, we can see that façade, that disguise.
The real battle isn’t with the actors or celebrities.
It’s with our need to be
who they portray in fiction stories, fantasies,
real dramas, and love crusades. We want
We want to be scripted to be that free.
We want one problem—solved—then
Let the credits roll and forget that whole
Mess called life, marriage, kids, school, work.
That might come next.
But the kiss is what matters.
The heist was successful.
The war has been won.
In movies, there is no PTSD, no criminal fee, and
no need to explore love in reality.
That’s what I saw, and that’s what I see, so
that’s exactly what I hope for
me. For my life, for my job, and
for my attempts at keeping my attitude cool with
my ruby red heels click-clicking.
“There’s no place like home.”
But that statement implies
I need a place to call home. So I better start spending, request
a mortgage to ascend the world’s ladder, and
dismiss the real Wicked Witch, the debt that’s piling high
as I repeat Dorothy’s line.
I know what I need
to be happy.
Don’t forget Allie Hamilton’s love story,
Princess Leia’s bravery, the transformation of
Anne Shirley, Jane Austen’s work, Belle’s inner
Beauty, and Selena’s glory.
Model Jack Sparrow’s recklessness, Aragorn’s adeptness,
Bond’s charm, Harold’s humor, Independence Day defenses,
and Danny Ocean’s ability to win it all
in the end.
Roll the credits, hit the lights.
Where’s my end scene?
That’s right. I forgot life didn’t
operate like a silver screen
where decisions are made in two point two hours.
The course of each character’s life was determined for
A reason: to inspire, to challenge, to mock, to encourage.
Isn’t that why we love the movies?
We see in the motion a mystery solved, some
part of our souls illuminated, and
some reason to believe
in whatever we were being asked to accept
as absolute truth.
Too often I prefer their stories to mine.
But I too am worth a story, one designed
specifically for me in this time by the
ultimate Creator, the demystified Divine.
The world is but our stage.
~ Ally Siwajian © 2012
Photograph credit: Ally Siwajian © 2012