A TRUE STORY
This is me with the screenplay.
It may look like just a stack of paper, but to me, it’s 3 years of ideas, notes, silence, doubt, rewriting, observing, remembering.
It’s the desert I crossed, both literal and emotional. It’s the people I met, the questions I asked, the beauty I insisted on finding when everything felt lost.
This isn’t just a story I wrote.
It’s one I lived, one that changed me, and one I hope will touch those who watch it with the same quiet intensity it carried when it first came to me.
And this… this is me saying it.
Letter One of "Letters to a Young Poet", by Rainer Maria Rilke. Written on February 17, 1903, from Paris.
“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast. Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.”
“Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart… Confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
