AND THE OSCAR GOES TO…

IT’S A WONDERFUL SNARK I AM NOT A COW. ARE YOU?

AND THE OSCAR GOES TO…

Have you heard of author Gabe Berman yet? You have now. And you certainly will hear more soon.

Endorsed by Deepak Chopra for his sweetly funny and insightful take on life titled Live Like A Fruit Fly: The Secret You Already Know, Gabe’s book, published by those sly ‘Chicken Soup For The Soul’ folks, is sure to be a bestseller. I read it and loved it (and you know how much of a jaded snarky bitch I am).

I loved Gabe’s book because it’s not preachy or religious at all. Gabe shares stories from his life that we all can relate to. I particularly enjoyed the job and relationship stories, the Star Wars and Matrix references, and his witty, sly humor. I hope you download or pick up a copy after reading this essay.

If not, we offer this: one commenter is eligible to receive a signed copy (eBook or paperback) from Gabe. Comment for one entry. RT this post and comment, receive two entries. Follow @GabeBerman, comment, and RT on Twitter, three entries. Share on Facebook, yada yada all the rest, four entries.

And we’re off…

AND THE OSCAR GOES TO…

Woody Allen’s Manhattan opens on a black & white wide shot of the city’s skyline accompanied by the unmistakable fluttering clarinet of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue.

Woody voices over, “Chapter One. He adored New York city. He idolized it all out of proportion.”

One of the most magnificent and memorable moments in movie history.

I was just watching this at home. Not the movie itself, but a documentary on Woody Allen. When it ended I clicked toYouTube.com and watched the opening scene of Manhattan, all three minutes and forty-three seconds of it, over and over and over and over and over again.

So here I now sit, in Starbucks, with Rhapsody in Blue flowing through my headphones. I’d like to add a bit of magnificence to the world before the end of yet another day.

It’s Saturday night and many of the tables are filled with adolescent aged guys and girls because even with the best of fake I.D’s, they’re still too young to make it beyond the bouncer at a bar.

I can’t hear them well because of the Gershwin in my ears but I look past my laptop and see the scene cinematically. It’s a wide shot. I switch to black & white in my mind. I hit the back-button in iTunes to restart the song and the unmistakable fluttering clarinet of Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue flawlessly accompanies the first frame of my movie.

They’re drinking coffee and sharing cookies and are full of smiles and inaudible chatter.

I voice over, “Even to this day, with all of the girls I’ve dated and with the remarkable metaphysical distances I’ve traveled, the ‘why not me’ feelings that once overwhelmed me as a kid are still lingering near the horizon and can quickly roll up to crash over me in residual waves of envy.”

The camera pivots and zooms into my face for a tight shot. I’m caught in the moment, expressionless. But my eyes soften, I slightly smile and I take a deep breath. Only three minutes and forty-three seconds have passed but just like in Manhattan, the momentous conclusion of the nearly seventeen minute Rhapsody is heard.

I type:

It all worked out the way it had to. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for who I once was. How can I now be anything but grateful?

Feel free to feel the pain of your youth. But you’re now in a position to make it up to the kid you once were. Regardless of everything, you can still be magnificent. You can still add magnificence to the world.

Today is your day.

All you have to do is take the first step and the next steps will take you.

End scene.

Live Like A Fruit Fly

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Bio: Gabe Berman is a native New Yorker who settled in South Florida after graduating from the University of Miami. An epiphany, a passion, and a trail breadcrumbs led him out of Corporate America and into a writing career. His columns appear regularly in The Miami Herald and Alan.com (Alan Colmes Presents Liberaland).