chicken-with-plumsSome have queried about what ‘drives’ me and why one ‘feels’ distant around me. Further, how’s it possible to be in the moment, yet not be in the moment? Having traveled the world, these are seemingly difficult questions.

So here’s my insight, Chicken With Plums. If you watch Chicken With Plums, you’re likely to find my secret. If the sounds emanating from within appear empty, maybe they are. It’s not that I don’t excel at my work. I do. In fact I am pretty darn well known. But maybe what others see is the mechanical. For if life is breath, then I’ve yet to seize the sigh.

When I watched Chicken With Plums I came to understand more of life’s of frustrations, cyclical ups and downs, and the outpouring of my soul into prose. I empathized with the main character, Nasser Ali Khan. And while I didn’t foresee myself in the ending … I cried. It was beautiful. The love! The passion! The pain! Life’s artwork … so romantically beautiful.

I found a personal ‘Satori’ and explored my own love, life, creativity and what pushes me to be the best. Just like Nasser Ali Khan, if one removed my instrument to write, I’d never be able to perform again. Thus, I would pass.

Chicken With Plums demonstrates how influential one person can become. For me, Ms. K’s time in my own personal movie is brief, but her influence of sundered romance touches every aspect of my life. Similar to the main character Nasser Ali Khan, I cannot seem to find another that recreates this divine music and love. Just as Nasser’s music teacher eloquently states, “The love that you feel for this woman will translate into your music. She will be in every note that you play.” So is Ms. K. for me.

The late singer Harry Chapin wrote similarly in, Stranger With The Melodies:

“I gave her the music son,
She gave me the words.
Together we’d write the kind of songs
The angels must have heard.
Of course we’d fight like cats and dogs,
But life ain’t no rosebud dream.
Still whatever we’d do everybody knew
We truly were a team.
I can’t remember now if I done her wrong
Or if she done wrong to me
But all I know that when I let her go
That it did not set me free”

I have met people who claim they’ve married their soul mate. And I’ve seen no reason to doubt otherwise. What all of us need to do is marry at the deepest level of God, i.e., the deepest level of love.

The key is to find romantic love so intense you feel as though you’ve found a part of you.  In his novel The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks describes the main character of the novel as feeling he had been searching for his other half through many lifetimes.  He was so glad to find his soul mate, that this love could sustain him through the trials of her Alzheimer’s disease in which she rarely recognized him.

Chicken With Plums switches between past and present and many will never quite understand how the story will end, until its last moments. So if you find genuine young love, filled with enough passion, tenderness and adoration to overcome anything, then you’ve got to go for it.

Most of will be like Nasser Ali Khan and pass this world loving another. Some will claim they can’t love as such. But if you search your heart of hearts, you probably have a good idea.