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Life of Ri

ImageI watched a movie this weekend. I rented it. Redbox, baby. I’m a little late in taking the time to see it. It has gotten a lot of critical acclaim and all that. The Life of Pi. That’s the movie. I saw the trailer months back. I saw the little guy stuck out in the ocean in a boat with a tiger, but nothing about those previews prepared me for this movie.

There’s a lost art in that – in not giving away the whole plot in the previews. I’m not sure if it’s a skill that’s hard to acquire or if it’s just not the cool thing to do anymore. Idk. But I like to be just a little surprised when I watch a new movie. *Darts eyes at Tyler Perry* Listen to me, Tyler. You’ll learn something, boy.

Yeah, it was a good movie. It stuck with me. Ok, I’ll admit that I’m one of those people who watch a chick flick and then ask my guy why he’s not as romantic as the dude in the movie. Or I watch “Set It Off” and want to get cornrows like Queen Latifah and work at a bank like Vivica Fox (that was back when Vivica still looked like herself and also back when we were like, “dang, Queen Latifah is playing that lesbian role so well!”… yeah) I believe life imitates art though, or is it the other way around? I think it’s both.

Life of Pi was something else altogether. It was beautiful. I mean the images in the movie were beautiful. All sorts of animals and sea creatures and land creatures and iridescent stuff, islands that ate people and little Piscine (Pi) surviving it all. It was also a beautiful movie in its imagery and metaphors and story line. I believe it’s what a screenwriter aspires to create. The story line is courtesy author, Yann Martel. Kuddos Mr. Martel, director, Ang Lee, and screenwriter, David Magee. (I just googled this ish. Don’t be impressed with me)

You know the most surprising thing about the movie? It was about faith. Like, the religious kind. I was looking at little Pi out there in the water and it may as well have been me…..Life of Ri (like, Muh-RYE-uh….the RYE part. See what I did there?) I’m looking at that skinny little Indian boy and he looks more and more like me. I’m thinking about myself being lost, feeling forgotten by God, and desperate. I’m thinking of myself this time last year. Had been talking to God so much I ran out of things to say. I literally spoke to God and said, “Man, I don’t even have anything to say to you.” I had said all I had to say. He knew my desires. He at least knew I didn’t have solid desires, that I was confused. So I prayed for clarity. Nothing. Prayed for fulfillment. Nope. Prayed for an escape, a way out. Nada. Not for a while anyway.

Ohhhh but belles and beaus, you don’t know gratitude until you come out of deep sorrow with a smile on your face. It’s all good. Who knew it would be? But it is. Of course it all worked out for little Pi because it’s a movie. We like happy endings. I’m telling you though, it happens the same way in real life. There’s more drama in real life.

You get kicked out of school, you lose your job and then your car and then the apartment, you lose 10 pounds and then gain 20, your fiancé leaves you for a better looking woman (why is she soooo pretty???!!! Agggh!!), your best friend dies, your mom leaves and never comes back, you get a pimple before the photo shoot, you end up in bed with some random ugly dude, you cry in court (and you’re the attorney), your heart is broken. Drama! You get stuck in a bad place for so long you can’t even remember being in a good place. Can’t even imagine that it’s possible to get back. A good place? What’s that like? Contentment? Contentment who?

It comes back though. Life is like that. I imagine it being a big circle of happy, sad, confused, mad —-> happy, sad, confused, mad —-> happy, sad, …..you get it. It comes in waves. Just record the ups when you’re up and play it back to get through the downs. Up is coming back. That’s how it goes in my life anyway. The Life of Ri. 

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I'm Mariah. Jesus is my homie. I live in (and was raised in) the south. I am, as often as possible, actively grateful for my family because I understand their life giving power. Really dislike melodramatics. Really love reading and writing so much so that I aspire to be an author. What else?

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