On Saturday evening, I saw one of the most exhilarating and captivating motion pictures that had me leaving the theater with an immense feeling of satisfaction, knowing my $9.00 spent on a ticket didn’t go to waste. I’m talking about the internationally acclaimed, well-known release of the third Pirates of the Caribbean.

If you havn’t taken the time to catch the movie yourself, chances are you will be. Of course, I’ve heard a series of mixed reactions from all. You loved it, or hated it. Hey- nothing wrong with freedom of speech.

At times, it seemed to be too overwhelming. A special Pirates 3 for Dummies should have been available upon entering the theater so as not to leave the masses in a state of aggravated confusion. The plot, as entertaining as it was, made any other movie as easy to follow as a first grader’s book. I’m not joking. I’d love for a narrator to have intervened during notable parts of the movie and explain to me who did what to whom and why they did it when they did it with the group they did it with and how they knew the other group was doing something equally as dastardly.

I still enjoyed the movie, however; and later on I’ll purchase it for my iPod and spend a good amount of my time observing and analyzing every detail of the movie- in order to better understand the sequence of events in a more clearer perspective.

The movie was enthralling, adventuresome, and entertaining. It took you on an epic journey of the seas while taking a quite-so-fiction plot and making it into something more than a children’s bedtime story.

What really won me over wasn’t the ruthless, pirating tone. It was the brilliant way the directors chose to portray the main female activist, Elizabeth Swann, in a completely new and radiant light. Unlike the past two, the third sequel went from giving her the delicate little ‘damsel in distress’ appearance to an impelling, heroic ‘one of the guys’. 

It was inspiring. For me, at least. Not only did it kick butt when it comes to the feminist cause, but it also revealed a heroine with leadership capabilities beyond compare. And for two hours forty-five minutes, I longed to be her. I  longed to be all she was and what she stood for- the beauty, intrepidity, and heroism that broadly captivates young minds such as mine.

At one point or another, we have all dreamed of being something grand. Something so miraculous and so propelling, that it can only exist in a fiction book. When I am inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all my thoughts break their bonds; my mind transcends limitations, my consciousness expands in every direction, and I find myself in a new, wonderful world. Latent forces, faculties and talents become alive, and I discover my ability to be a greater person by far than I ever dreamed myself to be.

But do most people know that? No. Only a select few could ever relize the fact that I have the morale and driven perseverance to be a

But, due to my preppy girl appearance and shy unease around some people, I come across more as

Having motivation and strength, and knowing I have motivation and strength, makes it even harder to deal with what ordinary, uneventful life I’ve been destined to settle with. It frustrates me, sometimes.

This blog is a fit example of what I’m talking about.  I spend hours of my week, writing somewhat insightful, deeply personal pieces that of which only get, on average, 20 views a day. Yet- you have those LolfuckingCats under “ICANHASCHEESEBURGER?” exceeding more than 100,000 visitors a day. wtf.

I’m one of 6.5 billion Americans that all share a common lifestyle. I may provide a thoughtful word or two on here, but let’s face it- in the big picture of it all, I’m a flea. No, a mieasly hair of a flea on the dog’s back. But as true as those words may sound, I’ve got to impartially block out this little fact. If not- I’d remain a sloth, dormant and unmoving, going nowhere just because I don’t think I can. When I get in this mood, I find that well-popular quote of Robert Schuller- which you’ve probably already read- comes into use as a little motivator :

What would you attempt to do if you knew you would to not fail?

Despite how widely populated those words are, they speak to me as if it was only written for people similar to me. Upon reading this quote, I don’t feel like such a speck of nothing. It gives me an excuse to think, “Hey, if I wanna do something, then I’ll sure as hell go out and attempt, and I’ll be satisfied with whatever the outcome.” It gives me the urge to, if it was possible, return to London’s Hyde Park and plant my feet on one of their orator podiums to have my voice heard. Because, nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside them was superior to circumstance.