I finished watching the movie.
The movie I was talking about in my previous story : ‘A love match made on Earth’.
It was confirmed the souls were applying for a place on Earth.
Some received the message they needed to have an additional factor to be able to perform this job. Others were advices to be in control of their emotions, to not get caught up by their feelings or to take the interview process seriously.
There was one girl I was despising from the beginning.
This feeling didn’t leave me the whole movie.
I couldn’t really put my finger on it.
For a second I even thought I was jealous of her.
I started looking closer.
Was it the hair, perhaps her dress or she was part of this movie?
Really, I couldn’t tell.
This crawling feeling started when she was answering the interviewers’ questions.
He asked her : ‘What would you do if you were in this situation or what would you do if this happened?’
Many of her answers were ‘I don’t know’ or ‘you tell me, you have been there’.
It was crawling my toes and somewhere making me furious, on the same side it felt edged.
I knew she had never been on Earth, she had no recollection of how things are working here.
It all changed for me at the very end, where she wrote a letter to the interviewer and her last sentence was to not take things for granted.
She finally reached that point to make it to be on planet Earth.
The letter was her way in.
It showed the start of a search for a death meant to be, giving her the life she wanted to live.
Initially she was eliminated from the process to come to earth.
For some reason, I had to think about the stories I have been writing for some time.
I started writing in may 2022.
I don’t identify with this character of the movie, but see a resemblance of the letter in my own stories.
Although I am not applying for a position to come to Earth, for some reason I took it personal and I see the stories as a ticket taking me to a different location, perhaps even a different destination.
Although the destination is still unknown, the same as for these souls who are applying for a place on Earth.
I believe the stories are my ticket and way into New York.
To base myself and start living the life meant for me.
I believe the city needs me.
Don’t ask me why, because honestly I don’t know.
A building relationship, with the stories as a ticket.
It could be because I am still single, I need to find a lover.
For some reason I have to think about the boathouse in Central Park.
Do I need to be in the city of New York to get married?
The comparison of my stories with the fictional character Carry Bradshaw, is coming to mind.
She was writing about love, shared the questions she had.
The difference is my stories are about thoughts, feelings and real encounters.
Although I understand her stories are somewhat relatable to many people, it remains fictional.
We all know the stories never happened, some even far fetched.
Perhaps something we want to believe, at least my opinion.
This is where I differentiate myself from her and the stories about this city, to release a blockage.
For me New York is a place to call home for creatives.
To be free in their own world, without constantly having to explain what they are doing.
This is the place where I am now and because I am here, I can tell it is taking a lot of my energy.
Somewhere prohibiting me to further grow as a creative.
A blockage I can not undo myself, except to apply for a place where I can be just that.
I know, I shouldn’t take New York for granted.
The same as with this fictional character in the movie Nine days.
I don’t only color outside the lines, I also create from scratch and with what I have.
It makes me abundant and unique, something the world needs.
But why does the city of New York need me?
What I can say is the world has come to know the city of New York as the city of dreams.
To make dreams come true, to come with all you have and make it happen.
At least these are the stories from back in the days, since then a lot has changed.
Of course you still see people who have built their life from nothing, people with talent.
A ticket provided by those able to see that potential.
But as the message of this story is, to not take things for granted, to take a look at different places.
The city of New York is for the rich and famous.
For celebrities to reside where they can be safe.
A hub for models and everyone else who thinks they matter.
The last time I was there, sitting over my coffee and eggs breakfast in one of these pop-up stores.
I felt the city has lost its roots and nobody knows anymore what is real.
A jungle it has become, I believe we need to go back to the start.
To take away injustice and fear, hidden in the underworld.
To live a life, healthy and happy.
With the reminder we shouldn’t take the city for granted.