"you have to understand that this is not a philosophy or a literary theory or a story to me...its my life."
"absolutely. so just go make it the one you've always wanted."
- conversation from the movie "stranger than fiction"
it didn't occur to her to update her resume before now. it was a random request for guidance that prompted her to look at her own, and she found it to be ever-so-dated. she took such pride in that once upon a time, and now it was merely a by-the-way document to update on the rare occasion she remembered. and she reviewed it and it's all correct and all, a list of accomplishments, projects, and notable points. and that's it. her life was a simple routine incurring incremental improvements every few months.
just yesterday she shared her thoughts with a friend, that this life should be spent making a worthwhile contribution, and that experiences past and present should be leveraged to do that. but that was yesterday and today she thinks...the same...but different. maybe destiny isn't a static concept, but one that is redefined along the way, one that becomes its own self-fulfilling prophecy. cause and effect it's called and suddenly you're the higher power that you once believed existed outside of yourself, with successes and failures randomly dictated by the ongoing chaos everywhere. deliberate action is necessary but few realize that same is shaped by the once-conscious-now-subconscious musings underlying one's very being.
so what now? decisions big and small, none insignificant. the time was yesterday, yestermonth, yesteryear and now it's now. with a heavy heart, eyes closed, sinking feelings, confused thoughts, and a weary soul, she’s barely holding it all together. but this time will pass, these things will change, and so should she. and so she did.
“Breathtaking, isn’t it? Come. Come come.”
(Sheltering the rain)
“Like sparks falling from a giant furnace. Some countries they hold parties when it starts to rain, but here we just scurry around and run for cover. The most important currency in the world and yet in our green and pleasant land where we take so much...for granted we see it only as a means of ruining expensive...hairdos and making taxi drivers rich.”
- conversation from the movie "this beautiful fantastic"
“You know, I believed those things you said.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Vernon told me how many times he’s heard the exact same stories. Shame on you.”
“You should doubt only a man who changes his story. I only repeat myself in the vague hope that one day somebody will actually hear me.”
- conversation from the movie "this beautiful fantastic"
millie: "i'm really sorry about your daughter."
julia: "did you know her?"
millie: "no...but i know what it's like to lose people you love. i lost my ma when i was little and my pa...he did the best he could considering...and that's really all henry was doing...is helping me...and i'm gonna help him. see, i'm leaving tomorrow on my journey and i was thinking i would take penny with me. i think she might like that.
henry: (introspective pause) "...yea...yea she would."
millie "look, we ain't lost our minds, m'am. just lost our way a little bit. ain't ya ever felt that way?"
- conversation from the movie "the book of love"
matti: "jumping is all that matters. if i didn't jump, i would drink and have sex all the time."
eddie: (awkward pause) "hey! congratulations on your medal."
matti: "i win gold but i didn't do my best. see if i'd done my best, i could come last and be happier."
eddie: (proudly) "like me."
matti: "you do not do good."
eddie: (pondering, disappointment) "no, i suppose not."
matti: (matter-of-factly) "you've done better."
eddie: (sarcastic) "yea..."
matti: (reassuring) "you think i'm being patronizing? no no no. you and i, you and i are like one o' clock and eleven o' clock you see we are closer to each other than to others. winning and losing, all that stuff is for the little people. men like us, we jump to free our souls. we are the only two jumpers with a chance to make history today. if we do less than our best with the whole world watching...it would kill us inside...for all time.
- conversation from the movie "eddie the eagle"
he had been on this, his chosen path for several years now. it had led him away from many he was once close to until finally he was walking in solitude for most of the time. now he found himself someplace new - in an evergreen forest gently sloping up the mountainside. the air was cool and damp with the freshness of lush greenery and the loose dirt he walked on was soft and dark, slightly crumbling beneath his every step. he loved nature; he loved this, and lost himself in its wonder, embracing it all for several moments until the thought occurred to him to look around. the sudden realization that he was all alone rudely snapped him back to reality. and he didn’t want to remind himself of that, not again, because the thought depressed him lately, more than it ought to. but it was time he became accustomed to it.
changes. there were many this past year, good and bad, and he made the most of them as best he could. and he decided it was time to make serious decisions about the person he needed to become. his motions could no longer be influenced by the masses, nor by musings as random as the changing tides. he had this idea of where he wanted to go and was already heading in the general direction, but was no longer content to merely take in the sights and sounds as he leisurely wandered across there. he knew what needed to be done, at least for the time being, and that would be enough to keep him busy for a bit. he walked on, slightly faster, this time with an inkling of purpose and renewed resolve.
he eventually made his way to the edge of a clearing far above from where he first started. his eyes were staring out at the world below, but his thoughts were elsewhere - inward - upon the fears and insecurities that somehow plagued him all this time. but something was different now. from this vantage point his view was unobstructed, his perspectives clear, and the clouds of uncertainty and confusion that manifested in his mind dissolved like mist in the warmth of a new day. the sense of clarity he was searching for so long was finally found and the sensations of relief and victory were quietly taken in.
“not all who wander are lost” she had said, comforting words echoing his experiences over the last few years. he was glad those words were uttered by someone else because it meant that there were like minds out there, somewhere. he would perhaps meet up with them someday, but until then he needed to focus. he stood with his forehead touching the cold stone wall, pausing, his hands gently grasping at the protrusions just above. he inhaled deeply, his eyes closed, his gear already carefully selected and secured in his backpack. the time was now, and he realized that everything he went through, all the trials and tribulations, victories and defeats were mere preparations for this one moment. he knew that now. and with determination rediscovered, he started the ascent.