New Years Eve is Tommorrow
I'm not sure what I'll be doing but I am at least sure it will be anticlimactic.
Most New Year's are like that. My favorite NYE was not watching the ball drop
@ Times Square or eating pigs in a blanket at my parents house. My favorite was
recording a couple of songs on an old reel to reel 4 track recorder. It was great. It was
authentic, it was moody.
"We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives." - Tyler, Fight Club
I watched brave heart over the last couple of days. It's a three hour movie and took me a couple of days to finish it off. I left with two feelings. First and Primarily I thought about the real tangible war that William Wallace felt. His wife was Murdered and his life was oppressed by the anglish. There was a real visible enemy. I thought how easy was it to identify the enemy and identify the tyranny. In my War the enemy is hard to identify and the tyranny hard to correlate. Was it similiar, were people saying, "We're fine, there's no oppression." Maybe, but those he initially roused were certainly those who felt the oppression of a real enemy and tehy had the eyes to see every where in thier society that the enemy's oppression manifested; in poverty, in fear, in strangulation of creativity and in the lack of true freedom. Can I convince myself of a same war? Must I experience the pain of oppression to stand against oppression? Maybe.
The second thought was that Robert the Bruce is the hidden Hero of the story. Even though he makes some huge mistakes it sets his heart to fight. It sets his intention to stand against his natural inclination and the so called way of success. He falls, but is redeemed, he loses major battles but when he comes to, he turns the war.
I've betrayed and I've been disalutioned. I've feared and I've clamored. But redemption is at the door waiting for those who would no longer live with comfortable and begin to dream. Even if they die in thier dream and even if they never see the fruition of thier dream. When failure stops being a blockade but rather a stepping stone and fear and comfort are our enemys we can begin stepping out on the battlefield able to die at war on the outside, at peace where it counts.
