Timelapses shot over 5 days in Dubai.
Filmed, edited and directed by Philip Bloom
Oh how quickly we let our days come and go… As we Depend on the “promise” of a lengthy life, and rely on the unsure hope, to have all of our sharp edges broken off by the chisel of time. To have every wish fulfilled, by the hand of experiences we are dealt.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, and ultimately our Lifetimes, will be gone. Our once Vibrant faces, and endless story’s, our shiny awards, and proud achievements. Reduced to decomposition in a stale 6 foot box, deep within the forgotten earth, amongst the rocks and worms and roots, Our bodys will lie, nothing to be said, nothing to regret. An envelope. An envelope that once held letters and pictures, and love and sadness. All of That Substance Has gone, to the ones it loved, and altered. The envelope lies still and cold and blank. Void of any adresses to go to, or words to be recieved. If we let it, That is all we ever amount to , an envelope. full of Mundane work days, Placid experiences, And the sad words should, could, and would still lingering at the tip of our tongue.
It is all to easy to loosen the grip on our own destiny. Let our firm grasp of our betterment and reality and youth, and The Vibrancy to Live our lives, slip like putty through our fingers. And Slowly let the Vines, and weeds of the world take a hold, of our ankles and wrists, making us nothing more than a rag doll.. The worlds Puppet.. A Disgusting Complacency settles in… That There is nothing to be done or to change.. just take that first step onto the conveyor belt. Everything will be taken care of, Don’t worry, Don’t speak out, don’t think. Society Takes over, and Steers us where ever it wants us to go. A 9-5 job, eat, drink, sleep, Then do it all over again… That Which use to be our bight futures and unwavering hope.. A steady ongoing picture-work of green leaves, Giant grins, and warm embraces. Gone to divided snapshots and gray Polaroids.
Tomorrow, Next week, Next year… The sad Words spoken by one who has fallen victim to the spell of the “Promise”, Always thinking there is time. Time to Sit, Time to Wait, Time to Lose.. So there they go, falling like autumn leaves, One by one. Slipping away, Silent and Unnoticed. We Watch the sun go down Completely Ungrateful and unresolved. We Watch the sun come up fathomless to what it could hold. Night .. Day.. Waiting for the next one. the next one, and the next one. They go, Never to be seen, or heard from again.
But.. There is always hope when the sun rises. As Long as the sun Rises, Things can still be done. That is a promise to live by . But we do not know how many more suns will rise. We must use them as though they might be our last chance. Our last chance to prove something, to prove everything. The truth is, We are not runny putty, slipping into the worlds suffocating grasp, We can still Do what we feel. We can still Think for our selves, we can still Change the world, change lives, and Change History.. Or if we choose, we can just change the sheets, Change the Oil, and Change The channel.
We Cannot choose what hand we are dealt, But We can Change What We do or don’t do, use or dont use, Believe or dont believe. We can always change. We can Make our Days Mean something, other than a paycheck, a Grade, and good hair. The world needs People, who are not Giving up, Giving In, Or Giving Away. It needs People who are Committed, Fearless, And Ready. Who use Their Precious moments, for change. And don’t think they have time for any thing else but That. ..Change.
Dont let our society, our lives, or our world, be mindlessly and carelessly pushed around, Dont Ever think that nothing can be done. Take control. Be a Pilot… The world Thrives on ” Passengers”.. Carelessly gliding through the clouds, and sipping ginger ale. Thinking that by sitting, buckled to a seat, Trusting that the auto pilot plane will get you to where you need to go. Then when you crash land in the middle of the desert, you wonder why? Shock the world, by actually doing something. It Can be a Small un-notable thing , or an unimaginably big accomplishment. Grab a hold of the Steering wheel. And slam on the Gas. The Word is Going Places people. Are we ready to Stand up, and Take our first step?
