What it means to be yourself. (I short film I'm contemplating.)
|Author's note: is this worth filming? I would love input.
GIRL is walking next to a sidewalk on the grass with her shoes in her hand.
I've never understood why people would walk on pavement, when there is a perfectly grass-growing, rough patch of earth right beside them.
Girl bends down to pick a flower. She runs across the street and hands it to PERSON standing on the other side of the road.
Person fake-smiles. Girl goes back to her grass. Person drops the flower on the ground and shakes head.
I try to bring joy to everyone and to myself. I believe that that is the reason I am alive. And let me tell you, I am alive, all the time. I wish I could let everyone know this. But it's not something you can be told. It's something you have to figure out for yourself.
Girl begins dancing down the patch of grass. Person turns and giggles under breath.
The world has a lot of problems, but they can all be fixed if everyone would just love. The grass has love to share with everyone.
Girl sits in the grass and begins playing with the grass. Stroking it, and the like.
My life has been far from perfect. But I don't need perfect. I know where I am, and I know everything that has brought me to this place must be something beautiful. But then, I suppose, there is beauty in everything if you look hard enough to find it.
Girl stands up, looks around for a moment, then walks over to person and hugs them. Person looks confused.
People don't always understand me. They find me odd, bizarre, "eccentric," or even annoying. But I let them think whatever they want to think, feel however they want to feel, do whatever they want to do, walk wherever they want to walk. They're entitled to that. As for me, I will always walk in the grass.
Person hugs Girl back.