This Is Why. We Go To The Movies.

This is why we go to the movies.
For a million time, I went to the nearest movie theatre alone, with expectation and glorious feeling to experience something. After 9 to 5 job that made me feel like I was nothing and don’t belong to that place, here I came, like got out from dark to a new light.
Bad or good the movie I will watch, most of the times it doesn’t matter. What does matter is the feeling. Ambience. Excitement. How the popcorn smells, how the welcoming voice of Maria Oentoe sounds familiar to my ears. It feels like a little heaven here. Sit there alone (or sometimes together with a meet-cute date or friends), I feel safe and protected. “At least you can runaway from your shitty life for another two hours,” that’s what my heart said.
So this is why we go to the movies. To experience something we never have. To experience something we never feel. Or to celebrate something we often feel. Some films to make us remember the pain, another to make us forget the pain. To bring happiness, joy and romance, or to make us accept there is violence, death and cruelty. To allow us trapped in million stories, to have fun or to learn something new. To dream. To watch life. Or a copy of life.
This is why we go to the movies, this is why we’re still alive.
