Re: I'm getting help: underearning.
Posted: July 29th, 2013, 10:25 am
Update!
(btw, I use gender non-inclusive language below in talking about the movie since I use "I" statements and only speak for myself. Like I said, the movie itself is pretty gender non-inclusive.)
The despair and physical pain accompanying it helped me move *through* the "negativity".
In other words, I faced my heartache, however imperfectly, and now feel a sense of contentment.
I have spotty internet access, so rather than a large post, I'll keep my thoughts brief:
* A friend suggested yoga and stretching. Accompanied by my habit of hiking, this really reduced my de rigueur weekend tension headache!
* I saw "Dead Poets Society" on tv last Thursday. Besides the now-obvious plot holes, it is a really profound movie, especially for a person who came of age when that movie came out.
That movie came out in 1989, and I remember watching it on vhs shortly before I graduated from high school in 1994.
(Observations: it is unclear why Mr. Keating would have left his job and pretty girlfriend in London, Neil's death pretty much glamorizes suicide, and Knox should not have kissed the sleeping/passed out drunk pretty blond girl. Also the movie doesn't address race or gender, and only lightly discusses class. Also, all of the adults were irredeemably evil. Cameron did offer some good reasons to tell the truth, despite the fact that Charlie was pretty much unjustified for punching him. Lastly, IRL they'll just fire someone, they didn't really need the boys to rat out Mr. Keating.)
That being said, I adore this movie.
At age 18, in 1994 I got the good lesson on the surface: take action, carpe diem. And I more or less did so in my late teens through late 20s.
At age 28, in 2004, I was hitting the skids and losing my way. Ugh.
Now, at 37, facing a 20 year high school reunion next year, I realize the other, subtle, message of the movie:
If I lost my guiding light, my soul's North Star, that's okay.
Maybe it is *expected* for a man to lose his way!
Maybe I can find that North Star again and sail the ship of my life back on course.
What's more, I now have the tools I need to succeed as a man that I did not have in 1994.
I could write more, but I will leave it there for now.
I am taking action. I am seeking ways to grow my soul.
Much love.
(btw, I use gender non-inclusive language below in talking about the movie since I use "I" statements and only speak for myself. Like I said, the movie itself is pretty gender non-inclusive.)
The despair and physical pain accompanying it helped me move *through* the "negativity".
In other words, I faced my heartache, however imperfectly, and now feel a sense of contentment.
I have spotty internet access, so rather than a large post, I'll keep my thoughts brief:
* A friend suggested yoga and stretching. Accompanied by my habit of hiking, this really reduced my de rigueur weekend tension headache!
* I saw "Dead Poets Society" on tv last Thursday. Besides the now-obvious plot holes, it is a really profound movie, especially for a person who came of age when that movie came out.
That movie came out in 1989, and I remember watching it on vhs shortly before I graduated from high school in 1994.
(Observations: it is unclear why Mr. Keating would have left his job and pretty girlfriend in London, Neil's death pretty much glamorizes suicide, and Knox should not have kissed the sleeping/passed out drunk pretty blond girl. Also the movie doesn't address race or gender, and only lightly discusses class. Also, all of the adults were irredeemably evil. Cameron did offer some good reasons to tell the truth, despite the fact that Charlie was pretty much unjustified for punching him. Lastly, IRL they'll just fire someone, they didn't really need the boys to rat out Mr. Keating.)
That being said, I adore this movie.
At age 18, in 1994 I got the good lesson on the surface: take action, carpe diem. And I more or less did so in my late teens through late 20s.
At age 28, in 2004, I was hitting the skids and losing my way. Ugh.
Now, at 37, facing a 20 year high school reunion next year, I realize the other, subtle, message of the movie:
If I lost my guiding light, my soul's North Star, that's okay.
Maybe it is *expected* for a man to lose his way!
Maybe I can find that North Star again and sail the ship of my life back on course.
What's more, I now have the tools I need to succeed as a man that I did not have in 1994.
I could write more, but I will leave it there for now.
I am taking action. I am seeking ways to grow my soul.
Much love.