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Imagine you were overlooking Earth from a new perspective from above. Not from a space module. Not from a ship.

Just you.

The only things surrounding you, are the stars disseminated across the black sky. Your hair askew from the lack of gravity, your legs fighting their way to follow suit. Imagine that, but instead of just seeing  the Earth as a whole, you see different fragments. Shards driving themselves towards you like fish propelling themselves away from one predator now haunting the waters. Each bit shooting by, giving just enough time to let you view each one.

A millisecond.

That’s all it takes.

They cut you, leaving any part that was exposed, with a thin crimson slit. Warm, carmine liquid slowly seeping out of each one. But they don’t hurt, they don’t sting. They feel like every single bit of happiness you have ever felt in your entire life, is attacking you and your heart. A warm feeling spreads throughout each cell in your body compiles in approval. Your veins are pumping and the adrenaline never leaves.  Your eyes creases in the corners as your mouth forms a grin that is seen throughout the entirety of the cosmos.

Only seconds later, fragments of laughter are encasing you. Caressing your body like a loving mother to her child. Your drowning, with each new particle, a new smile, a new laugh, a new light added into your eyes. The joy you have caused emanating back at you.

This is the feeling I get when I can make people happy. Leave them wondering who they are, leave them with the biggest grin on their faces. I think, no, I know

it’s the most amazing feeling the the world. I bet my father, my mother, and just about any comedian, artist, musician, actor, anybody. They would all agree with me. I have no doubt that you guys do either. When your own happiness if drowning you it’s incredible. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can’t get enough of it. But when you’re the cause of someone else’s happiness; that’s when I agree to disagree. No matter how minuscule the moment, no matter how prolonged the hours. That feeling, you can’t it’s just impossible to describe. But at the same time I have a thousand words ambushing my mind about this feeling and its overwhelming yet true.

Now, I remember posting a couple months ago, in late December actually, my dad introduced me to Jim Carrey. I was familiar with his face and the eminence his career offered him. I mean even the drama teacher at my school talks about the guy. I mean he’s like the Starbucks of educational theatrical performance. I also have this simple knowledge due to my dad’s quite indulgent words towards the esteemed male actor. I mean if my dad respects the man, than I can assure myself that he’s a person worth my own attention and personal appreciation. But this man. He is absolutely

insane.

Insane in a way that he is willing to take risks. Insane to be able to have the guts and the grit to do what he does everyday. Insane that he is one of the human being’s in the universe that understands the value of life.

I’m not saying I do, because I’m only thirteen. I have a long time to figure that out. I’ve barely brushed the surface of looking in different lines of everything. But Jim Carrey, he’s fifty six years old and figured out what he wants for himself. And other people.

The ability to laugh until you have tears glistening in your eyes.

Smile until your cheeks hurt and maybe even feel like you won’t be able to even speak anymore because of it. 

Feel happiness bubbling inside you. A warm pit in your stomach that can’t be described, and yet a thousand words can portray it. 

Butterflies fluttering along each artery in your heart and drinking the sweet passion your heart has to offer. 

Jim Carrey has a lot of butterflies. I don’t need to watch hundreds of his movies at a time to find that out.

You may be rejoicing to hear that I was in the mood to do exactly that a few weeks previous of today. And that day’s selection consisted of me scrolling through Netflix for the first fifteen minutes before actually picking something.

I’m really picky with the things I watch and listen to. Don’t judge me.

I saw a bunch of movies from the late 1990’s and early 2000’s so I decided to give one a go. The one I decided to pick obviously ended up being a Tom Hanks movie.

I’m just messin’ with you guys, it was obviously a Jim Carrey movie. I mean do you seriously expect me to be writing a super deep and heartfelt introduction based off Jim Carrey and then swerve on over and completely change the topic to Tom Hanks? I admire him just as I would anyone but I was just making a joke. Sorry Tom Hanks but you have to wait for your allusive, life metaphorical statements based of you and or one of your other movies.

you know what never mind.

I’ve been watching a lot of other clips of Jim Carrey’s best performances, but what I have noticed is that in each and every movie clip that I have seen, he has this way of looking directly into the camera. As if we are actually standing there with him in the scene. Whether it being on a boat sailing along the Niagara Falls, a man made moon satellite somehow supporting itself in the sky, or standing beside a gargantuan chocolate chip cookie. He looks directly into the screen as if he was telling us, “Hello there, I know you are only the viewer of this film, but you are important and I want you to know that.” 

I just, I don’t know, to me it feels that way and you can call me crazy but I just. I don’t know. You need to watch his performances on screen and you’ll understand. At least one. And you’ll understand.

I scrolled and found one thumbnail that caught my eye on the screen that was peculiar and yet interesting. It had an image of Jim Carrey but with him holding the Earth by it’s threads. No literally, he was literally holding the Earth by a piece of white twine or something. I decided to put it and about fifteen minuted into the movie, my dad walks in from are back door and see’s me on the couch, along with my brother. Both of our eyes glued to the television, whatever that was happening on screen, reflected on our eyes and danced along our irises. The change in my dad’s sluggish movements was definitely worth putting on that movie though. He was tired and looked worn out from going to the gym and than coming back to help my mom out in our backyard to water the vast array of plants and such. But the instant he saw what my brother and I were so diligently watching, his eye practically lit up.

My dad and I, I love to say, share this unspoken interest in sharing things the other would obviously love or find amusement or interest in. For me, I like showing me dad peculiar scientific, tech-based articles or videos. For me, my dad shows me an array of things. It can be anything really movies, actors, stories, tips, art, music, whatever. The both of us are so alike, and yet so different. The same blood but different mindsets. But we always have these small interest, small loves in common. Jim Carrey is now added to this list.

The movie stars a man of the name Bruce. No not Bruce the millionaire techie from Batman. This is Bruce Nolan. And I daresay, Mr. Nolan isn’t very happy with his life right now. He is a T.V.  anchor but his boss is practically stalling, and basically making sure that Bruce doesn’t get the job handed to him. This basically pisses him off a lot. I mean not low key oh I failed in the one thing I absolutely love and dedicate my livelihood to, it’s okay I’ll just take pottery. No he was a full blown like;

YOU DARE DISRESPECT HOW MUCH WORK I HAVE PUT INTO THIS JOB AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME CURSE YOU AND YOUR STUPID PERFECT HAIR AND CAMERAS AND FLASHY LIGHTS AND MAKEUP AND PUTTING ME IN JOBS THAT MAKE ME INTERACT WITH PEOPLE THAT YOU KNOW SHOULD NOT BE TELEVISED ON SCREEN. YOU AR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL AND I AM PRACTICALLY GOING INSANE CAN’T YOU TELL.

I mean he gets mad to the point where you might think his head is going to burst right of his head. I mean I was actually concerned for the poor guy. This leads to him doing an awful interview live that ends up with him getting fired.

Now he isn’t even mad at himself. He chucking all of this newfound anger at God. He’s basically saying “You now what God? I can do a better job, I can give other people success make em’ happy. Yeah, just you wait.” Oh oh oh oh but here’s the catch. THIS ACTUALLY LEADS TO WHAT MAY BE THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE ENTIRE MOVIE. This whole mishap leads to Bruce meeting God himself. I mean it doesn’t just happen to anyone. I mean I can’t just go around saying, “Hey guys I’m God how ya doin’.” Bruce eventually figures out that he has received God’s powers over the world and basically everything. You now, the usual. While God(who is played by the incredible Morgan Freeman by the way)takes a little vacation which I, in my opinion think he deserved.

Bruce now had control over everything. Convincing people to give him his job, control what other people do, embarrass them without knowing, etc. I mean he literally enlarged the moon and rearranged the stars for goodness sake. But then all of this actually goes to show that there are pressures to being god. There are over six billion people on the earth that he has to look over and do whatever God would. Bruce starts to rethink everything he has done ever since he has gotten his celestial power and one thing is tuck in his mind;

Is it worth it?

This movie, I don’t know where to start. The metamorphacil emphasis that is implied in this story just left me with tears burning my eyes. The plot line itself was nothing I have encountered in any book, movie, screenplay. Nothing. But most importantly, the performance of every single actor in the movie. I have never felt such pity, and yet such a surge when he encounters an obstacle. My heart was practically fluctuating and my eyes were ready with burning tears. I was emotionally interacted with the movie itself and I refused to be pulled back.

Hello everyone, interesting ending there wasn’t it? Well I just I am extremely ashamed of myself. School has been butting into my life and I’m already righting like my life depends on it. I mean I had to write a song for history which was probably the most nerve wrecking assignment i have ever turned in but I got a good grade so it’s all good, Aside from keeping my grade from fluctuating, my sleep schedule is another botched up thing I need to take care of for the sake of my sanity. But right now I am really enjoying school and all but life has been quite hectic. But these kind of movies always just take my mind of everything and relaxes me, even for only a couple hours. And the reason I randomly posted a movie review instead of picking up where I left off from my last post was because I don’t want to be writing similar content for days onward. I wanna keep it interesting you know?

I’m going to be honest, I’m sick of writing things like this at the end of my blogs. Saying all of my apologies. I am the worst writer you have probably encountered. I guess I don’t even count as an actual writer because I’m only thirteen. I have no profession. But this is my passion, one of my burning fires that keeps me going. I hope I could keep it kindling, burning, swallowing me whole.

I just, I know I’ve said this for a lot of posts now but, I am sorry. I really am. I’m not saying this for the sake of saying it. I actually mean it. Because it’s true. I’m sorry if I let you guys down and I hope you can forgive me for basically underestimating my blog. I took advantage and I didn’t take my chances. But I do want to make it up to you guys by attaching the song I wrote for my U.S. history class and I hope you guys enjoy it, and,

thank you.

Patriot:  

My matter of contention with the government,

is a difficult statement that can’t be stated in numbers.

My grievances can make you disagree, but before you do that why don’t you take a seat,

near those crates of taxed tea from your petty little island

just floating’ in the sea.

Or why not by that man wearing no coat or fleece.

His eyes with dark circles growing’ beneath,

because he can’t afford a decent homestead to sleep

because this tyrant of a ruler is too busy shopping for a sheepskin rug to match his unconscionable crown.

You think he’s got the human decency to run a country?

Or do you think he’s a tyrant who doesn’t know what he’s got goin’

while everyone is wasting away half dead, and our stability just descending.

Loyalist:

Your so called Founding Father, Thomas Jefferson’s his name?

Enslaving hundreds and has the nerve to be

writing we deserve life, Liberty, and happiness. What about the women? What about the slaves? What about the people just waitin’ in the waters

for some fortune to pass?

Patriot:

Oh like his majesty will care.

Loyalist:

At least he will give a bloody hand when it comes to family and friends.

Patriot:

That is absolutely mad. Insane in other words.

Will care for such things abolish the fact he’s caused bloodshed?

Look at him,

with every act placed I bet half the states are gonna be sinking from tax rates.

Or are we just a burden waiting to be slaved?

Are we a corner of the globe that needs every problem in the states?

Or is that too much credit for his highness to decipher?

Loyalist:

Thomas Jefferson only supports those like him.

The wealthy, the fair skinned, and the ones with more whim.

Patriot:

King George is violating my rights,

your rights,

Our rights!

Don’t you understand what I’m getting at here? Our future is in the line, our families lives are on the line. You think this is all fine? Here have some more wine, for your falsifying tongue to drown in and die.

When we leave this Earth, our descendants will look at our names. They will tell our stories with disdain. And do you really wanna know why? Stupid question to ask so why don’t you give it a try?

We have accomplished nothing, we aren’t doing anything!

Books will consist of pages of war,

stating our weaknesses  and don’t worry, there’s much more. We have to fight for our rights, our children’s lives. We have to fight for our freedom for it to arrive. We are in a state with a war at cast, will this end, or will it pass.

Loyalist:

I have only stated my claims for my passion for the people.

What do you say.

Patriots:

I say for the revolution sir.