There's something magical, sometimes, about the piano; it's enrapturing if not somnorific...
I tried my best to see, hear, and feel each episode of the series "My Life in Retrospect". Each episode varies in duration; the shortest being about 5 minutes and the longest, well, the longest yet took roughly 30 minutes. There was no commercial and like many downloaded media, I have the freedom to pause before continuing.
I couldn't, and would never, tell if others share the same positive evaluation of My Life in Retrospect since CSI, Bones and the like could easily win over a large number of audience, possibly leaving me and a few others as the only "fan" of Life. Since I began following it, Life has many heartwarming stories as well as its share of despondency. After all, Life is life confined to the limits of what's possible in this world; nothing spectacular like Legion or Universal Soldiers, just an ordinary slice of life tale scripted from the mind of the writer.
Each episode usually begins with a piano piece and ends with the same; difference being the gist of the episode which would then determine the mood of the song. Sometimes it'd be Sunday Afternoon Waltz (Yiruma) and at other times, melodies like Kiss the Rain (Yiruma). I'd suggest that they be looked up on the net. Great melodies.
Hitherto, two memorable episodes of Life would be Ephemeral Joys of Childhood on the tale of the protagonist's growing up years through high school and another would be Regrets: I've Had A Few; which I believe the title is self-explanatory. Everyone could relate to the story of the growing up years; the shrills of gaiety and the smiles carved on a carefree toddler. Then the all too familiar life in high school packed with stories of mischief, punishment, puppy love, and friendship – all serve to build character and to add to the fascination of posterity when it’s retold in time to come.
Like many, the story of Regret is one with an ending that’s painfully honest: you can’t turn back time. For some lucky ones, they’re given a second and maybe, a third time to get it right. For others, they have only one shot and they’d have to live with it the rest of their life. Regrets come in many ways, it could be things not done when it should’ve been done. Either that or things which were done, and done wrong on hindsight. Guilt can, and does, bring a man down to his bed; head buried in his pillow and soaked it with tears.
I’ve mentioned, as if to add to the moment, the piano melodies (and sometimes pop songs) accompany the stories. I have to note, though, that screening of each episode is irregular.
Like a dream, I tried recapturing every moment of every episode and then replay them every now and then. But then again, it’s less surreal than a dream. It’s free from artificiality. It’s real. It’s reality. And instead of dreaming about them, I lived them. I laughed and I cried. When the music plays, tears are still streaming down my cheeks and the careless countenance of the sepia years are now more rugged and lined with the burdens of adulthood.
I’ve been there and done that. Cheers to the best part of teenage life. And to regrets, I’ll always remember.
Author: For those who have reached the end and still wonder what kind of television show Life is about, there's no such series. Ever.
I tried my best to see, hear, and feel each episode of the series "My Life in Retrospect". Each episode varies in duration; the shortest being about 5 minutes and the longest, well, the longest yet took roughly 30 minutes. There was no commercial and like many downloaded media, I have the freedom to pause before continuing.
I couldn't, and would never, tell if others share the same positive evaluation of My Life in Retrospect since CSI, Bones and the like could easily win over a large number of audience, possibly leaving me and a few others as the only "fan" of Life. Since I began following it, Life has many heartwarming stories as well as its share of despondency. After all, Life is life confined to the limits of what's possible in this world; nothing spectacular like Legion or Universal Soldiers, just an ordinary slice of life tale scripted from the mind of the writer.
Each episode usually begins with a piano piece and ends with the same; difference being the gist of the episode which would then determine the mood of the song. Sometimes it'd be Sunday Afternoon Waltz (Yiruma) and at other times, melodies like Kiss the Rain (Yiruma). I'd suggest that they be looked up on the net. Great melodies.
Hitherto, two memorable episodes of Life would be Ephemeral Joys of Childhood on the tale of the protagonist's growing up years through high school and another would be Regrets: I've Had A Few; which I believe the title is self-explanatory. Everyone could relate to the story of the growing up years; the shrills of gaiety and the smiles carved on a carefree toddler. Then the all too familiar life in high school packed with stories of mischief, punishment, puppy love, and friendship – all serve to build character and to add to the fascination of posterity when it’s retold in time to come.
Like many, the story of Regret is one with an ending that’s painfully honest: you can’t turn back time. For some lucky ones, they’re given a second and maybe, a third time to get it right. For others, they have only one shot and they’d have to live with it the rest of their life. Regrets come in many ways, it could be things not done when it should’ve been done. Either that or things which were done, and done wrong on hindsight. Guilt can, and does, bring a man down to his bed; head buried in his pillow and soaked it with tears.
I’ve mentioned, as if to add to the moment, the piano melodies (and sometimes pop songs) accompany the stories. I have to note, though, that screening of each episode is irregular.
Like a dream, I tried recapturing every moment of every episode and then replay them every now and then. But then again, it’s less surreal than a dream. It’s free from artificiality. It’s real. It’s reality. And instead of dreaming about them, I lived them. I laughed and I cried. When the music plays, tears are still streaming down my cheeks and the careless countenance of the sepia years are now more rugged and lined with the burdens of adulthood.
I’ve been there and done that. Cheers to the best part of teenage life. And to regrets, I’ll always remember.
Author: For those who have reached the end and still wonder what kind of television show Life is about, there's no such series. Ever.
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