(I hope to fulfil my dream
And someday return to my homeland
Where the mountains are green
And the waters run clear)
Open road with no direction we must go. Lovely soul, passenger seat angel.
Passenger; Daniel Ellsworth & The Great Lakes
You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Garden State (2004)
No meu medo de não mais existir, eu te mostro o quanto foi natural. Meu canto além de mim, me faz acreditar quem sou.
That is how to transform into your true power self: By taking responsibility for your perception, so that you are not the victim of the events in your life. That the events of your life are the creation of what you perceived them to be. This is how you become the god or goddess of your own personal universe.
When we escape it’s with a white line, we’ll both align and now we lay this close catching measures of the pulse.
When We Escape; Minus the Bear
For every shadow, no matter how deep, is threatened by morning light.
The Fountain (2006)