Jealous of Wendy

I feel like shit.

because I am conceding to timeline because facebook converted it even if i didn’t want to

The Crisis by Ennio Morricone is a beautiful piece. It isn’t until these past couple of weeks that I have been listening to it non stop. While on my “vacation” in my home city, I was able to watch a childhood favorite movie that randomly played on HBO. I don’t know if you’ve seen it or heard of it at least but it’s titled Legend of 1900. I fell inlove with this movie first and foremost because of the soundtrack. I fall inlove every time with piano pieces I cannot deny that. There’s just something about them that even when I’m in the strangest point of my life, I feel comfort in them and The Crisis by Ennio Morricone has been one of the pieces. I forgot about this piece though not until I was reunited with the movie, Legend of 1900.

I searched up the piece quick. Lucky enough we have youtube now and I end up discovering that it also played in one of my favorite movie, Seven Pounds. I find that very amazing because as harsh as Seven Pounds was -you know good guy dying at the end, I mean yes that cuts off cliche but really, I still don’t want to see the good guy die. Reality’s enough already. Anyway, I just find it amazing because even though it pains me to watch that movie over and over, I watch it because of this piano piece which at that time, I didn’t know it was the same piece in the Legend of 1900. I felt comfort every time I hear it. I felt loved. Music has this strangest thing that makes me feel it understands me. 

It was 1998 when the movie Legend of 1900 was released, I was 8 back then and now I’m turning 22. I don’t really know if you’re getting me but it just strucks me amazing that even if I forgot this piece, it kind of found its way back. 

There are pieces in the past that we have forgotten because we have moved on, because we grew, because we changed but no matter when or where we are currently if that piece really made you happy and strange enough destiny found its way to reunite the both of you, it’s kinda like striking gold. If its meant to be, it will come back.