This made me emotional, cry. You have many beautiful years ahead, Brian. I understand that we have to be objective and realistic, but, I have blocked my mind to bucket lists, or what will happen to me, when, how will I live when I end up in a wheelchair soon..etc. I’m trying to live day by day, my present is hard enough to deal with, the constant excruciating pains, the spinal cord and legs issues, taking care of my elder parents also, another back surgery due soon, etc. I have had to empty my bucket list altogether. Nowadays, I am content to read, buy books whenever I’m able, talk with authors friends, with fellow readers, I’m subscribed to KU (Kindle Unlimited) also. Reading is my salvation, my passion.
True. I am grateful for authors existing and writing such fabulous stories. Without you writers, there would be no books to read, stories to listen to. Thank you for existing, Brian. Thank you for writing such wonderful stories. Stay blessed. 🧡🤗
Oh, dude. WAAAAAAAY more beautiful ideas than will ever find their way to fruition. Ideas are like waves that just keeping crashing on the shore. Every once in a while, one turns out to be a ship that actually sails. And those are the ones we build. That we devote our lives to building.
Right now, my creative bucket list is to make at least three feature films that I'm personally proud of. Though, frankly, I'm aiming more for twelve. And twenty would be awesome.
The thing that kills me (not counting the thing that will ACTUALLY kill me, whatever that is) is that I didn't start seriously even TRYING to make movies till I was in my late forties, early fifties. And the fact that I just finally made my first one this year, at the ripe old age of 66 -- the fact that it took that fucking long to cross the threshold -- puts me WAAAAAY behind the curve, in terms of what I might have achieved had I figured some shit out earlier.
But life is what it is. And I'm just grateful as hell to have been able to accomplish as much as I have. Prying open the gates to the ocean of dreams that will never stop coming, long after we're gone. Every dream an idea. Every idea a wave. And the shore is the shore is the shore.
P.S. -- I think I wanna riff on this further in a Substack of my own. Brian, do you mind if I namecheck and/or link to your awesome piece here? I love it very much! And YOU, TOO!!!
This made me emotional, cry. You have many beautiful years ahead, Brian. I understand that we have to be objective and realistic, but, I have blocked my mind to bucket lists, or what will happen to me, when, how will I live when I end up in a wheelchair soon..etc. I’m trying to live day by day, my present is hard enough to deal with, the constant excruciating pains, the spinal cord and legs issues, taking care of my elder parents also, another back surgery due soon, etc. I have had to empty my bucket list altogether. Nowadays, I am content to read, buy books whenever I’m able, talk with authors friends, with fellow readers, I’m subscribed to KU (Kindle Unlimited) also. Reading is my salvation, my passion.
Ah, Meenza, I'm so sorry. There's definitely solace in books. Reading has always been my escape, too, since I was little. <3
True. I am grateful for authors existing and writing such fabulous stories. Without you writers, there would be no books to read, stories to listen to. Thank you for existing, Brian. Thank you for writing such wonderful stories. Stay blessed. 🧡🤗
Oh, dude. WAAAAAAAY more beautiful ideas than will ever find their way to fruition. Ideas are like waves that just keeping crashing on the shore. Every once in a while, one turns out to be a ship that actually sails. And those are the ones we build. That we devote our lives to building.
Right now, my creative bucket list is to make at least three feature films that I'm personally proud of. Though, frankly, I'm aiming more for twelve. And twenty would be awesome.
The thing that kills me (not counting the thing that will ACTUALLY kill me, whatever that is) is that I didn't start seriously even TRYING to make movies till I was in my late forties, early fifties. And the fact that I just finally made my first one this year, at the ripe old age of 66 -- the fact that it took that fucking long to cross the threshold -- puts me WAAAAAY behind the curve, in terms of what I might have achieved had I figured some shit out earlier.
But life is what it is. And I'm just grateful as hell to have been able to accomplish as much as I have. Prying open the gates to the ocean of dreams that will never stop coming, long after we're gone. Every dream an idea. Every idea a wave. And the shore is the shore is the shore.
P.S. -- I think I wanna riff on this further in a Substack of my own. Brian, do you mind if I namecheck and/or link to your awesome piece here? I love it very much! And YOU, TOO!!!
Of course, my friend. Quote and link away!
WOOOOOOO!!! I'm editing the movie right now, but you'll know when it's posted! THANKS!!!
read the great shark hunt twice and fear and Loathing in Las Vagas 5 times. great stuff