mona lisa... smile.

It didn't serve up entertainment on a platter. You had to work for it. You had to think about it.

Sure, there is the surface level lesson of following your heart... but more importantly was the message about mistakes. Failures.

Choice.

It's not something you make once. It's something you make every single second of every breath or every smile of every day of every movement of every song of every kiss goodnight or goodbye of every time you felt yourself fall of every time you smiled to yourself of every time you got the chance to anything of every lifetime you could ever dream or deny yourself.

That run-on sentence doesn’t even do it poetic justice.

It wasn't about the acting. Or the predictable plot progression. Or the idiosyncrasies between him and her and she and he.

It was about the thought. The choice you make about opening your mind. The choice to even consider- let alone do.

I will never hate on someone for doing anything as long as they have considered.

I bet half of you probably won’t even get my point. But that’s all right I suppose. Maybe it was only my point to get.