Fate. Despite the primary philosophy of the movie, it seems to be entirely nearly missed. As if to highlight that fate is more about the near encounters than the actual experiences, it was only truly evident in the beginning and end of the movie that our two protagonists were meant to be.
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Our Little Prayer
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It’s funny how even with overhead lights, we couldn’t see the text on our prayer leaflets. We had to hold a glass with a candle inside it, the temperature of which gets higher and higher that spreads from the top going down as the candle gets shorter.
It’s funny; I suppose that’s part of our penitence as 13 to 16 year-olds going on an overnight Lenten retreat.
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That Next Step
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There’s a lot of great places to confess; for example, in the park, when you’re both hanging out and maybe having a picnic; or after watching a movie and using the momentum to let them know what you felt about them.
Another idea is to confess in a ferris wheel ride where they have to either say yes and the rest of the ride will be you two staring lovingly at each other, or say no and spend an awkward fifteen minutes together until the ride ends. That’s what I did; my best friend and I rode the ferris wheel, and I confessed when we were halfway up.
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A Game of Chicken
A game of chicken
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where we deny we’re playing
and neither shall win.
A game of chicken
where we deny we’re playing
and I do not win.
A game of chicken
where only I am playing,
I can’t ever win. -
Our Shared Light
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We read together from a small piece
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Of paper with but a single candle
To help us see our prayer that night.
The only important source of light
That let us read from our little piece
Of paper, small is the range of a candle.
To read our prayer, we had to huddle
Close enough to share our only light
That it made me think we’re but one piece.
A prayer of penitence that gave me peace
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Good Night
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I wanted to end it at good night as a farewell to reality, as if a sleight of hand to magic away a feeling grim; A desperate move to label what’s next a bad dream. It’s an inversion to make reality a dream— rather, the past: a delusion, and wishful thinking. Looking back nostalgic at love bright, I fare thee well another good night.
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