|2010 Academy Award Nominees, Best Screenplay|
I mean look .. would you look at those faces? They all seem to be pretty content, no? That's a beautiful thing. Seeing someone skilled at what they do best, and just crushing it. Really giving it the beans, you know? Makes me smile and be happy for them. Bastards all.
In the midst of the city, or a busy airport, or whilst driving our car on PCH, upset to be in traffic again, we can still find beauty. When we stop, and really put our minds and spirit in God's hands and ask Him for a respite, a moment's break from the total shite, we'll notice the family of foreign tourists stopping to take a photo in front of the setting sun as it dips below the Pacific Ocean and the stranger in his wet-suit asking if they'd like him to snap the pic for them. It's beautiful, in a pay-it-forward sort of way. And, I noticed it because, (1) Summer Glau wasn't riding her beach cruiser on Pacific Coast Highway right next to me in her tights (again! ... kidding), and (2) because I didn't make myself the center of the world for just a scintilla of a moment. For that minute, I loved that surfer punk and his wet hair and his beat-up VW van and his little dog running around all crazy and that family on vacation loving their moment in the sun. Basking in their happiness.