The Elves

I watched the Eurovision Song competition movie with Rachel Mc Adams and Will Ferrell again, the other night. I have such fond memories of watching it for the first time, so it was beautiful watching it again.

The humour and purity of it are truly lovely, and if I could bottle those beautiful moments and return to them whenever I wanted, I really would.

Rachel Mc Adam’s character believes in elves, actual elves who apparently live in dainty little houses on a hillside. She takes them offerings for good luck, and I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you this, but…maybe that’s the point.

Some things in life just feel lovely and you want to be with them. You want the feelings to stay. Is it because some things in life are more us than others? I don’t think any one will ever know.

Science can say whatever it wants about dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and the other ‘feel good’ chemicals: but I just don’t think a ‘feel good’ chemical could take us to some of the more profound places in life we go. Our deep internal life feels bigger. Much bigger than any chemical and electrical signal ever could.