racing the sun.

The land of down under and paradise come together in an inspirational movie full of hope and ideals.

10 years ago, I watched Race the Sun with a sense of raging burning passion after to actually do something spectacular, something worthy for the whole world to see, it has always been this secret, even veering towards silly dream.

I always thought I was a mediocre half-baked individual. I wasn’t really good at one single thing. Everything was just “ok”. I program “ok”. I take “ok” pictures. I sing “ok”. I dance “ok”. I do everything “ok”, except for that particular exam where I have to think of the 3 dimensional concepts of flat objects. I don’t even bother. I totally suck at that.

I’m glad when people can still prove other people wrong and live their dreams. Like those Kona kids did. A lot of people gave up as they grow up. Along the way, they leave the dream behind and just pursue what everybody pursues to get on with this life. A routine in life that you will live until you get old and die. And all your dreams die along with you, even when it’s not your time yet.

I want to tell myself that I haven’t become the person I hated most. The one that already gave up on her dreams.

But I really wonder sometimes…have I? Or have I not…

Or worse, what are my dreams anyway…?