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life. the greatest story ever told. the everyday grind and situations we are put in can easily cross our minds as we dig beneath the sheets to welcome a new day. the 100 minute snippets of life portrayed by the highly popular medium of film always leaves us wanting more from our own lives, or just adding reassurance to its bland characteristics. of course there are great films that leave a much different taste in our mouths, but in general many of us have at times wished to have lived like someone in a movie. i fall into that category. the past 7347 days feel like average to me. no surprises, no amazing talents, no life or death situations, no cliffhangers, no shocking twists - just another slight blemish in an otherwise perfect smoothie of boring. these thoughts tend to linger in my cranium for long periods of time, a sort of ultimate buzz-kill. yet, with my life seemingly going through a beige spiral, sparks of color have been popping about lately. why compare my life to any other? and vice versa? i tend to think too much of this stuff. my life has been a movie; maybe not oscar-worthy, but hey, almost a nominee. everyone has a story to tell. they are living it.