Defending Your Life
Remorse, Regret, Retrospect....all in all, one's life is but the 3 R's.
After viewing the Albert Brooks' flick "Defending Your LIfe" I feel that one's own existence could, in fact, be relived in just but 4-12 days. If you were to pass on this earth and find yourself in a place that had you justify your time, how would you be seen on the screen?
I myself could pick a few days of my life that had true defining moments. The Theme....hmmm..."Doing the Best That You Can".
A time in my childhood that encompassed several years, but yet melt into a few hours of listening to my parents argue into a state that ends in violence, with me in the middle of fists, that ultimatly culminate into a vision of myself in the middle of screams that beg them to break it all up and stop.
A time in my teenage years that have me gulping for a last breath in waters too deep and too dark, seaweed entangled gasps that break my very sense of being and bewilder my senses into a dream that forces me to save the person at my side, in hopes of saving myself. Chokes on the sand and frantic passersby...all seemingly concerned and wondering if swimmers really know how to swim.
A place on a college campus, that finds me alone, pretending to flick through a book that is filled with words that I can not quite comprehend at the time. Not living on campus causes one to alienate themself from the true experience and wonder if advanced education is all that it is cracked up to be. But then, to realize, that when the 1970 Camaro does not turn over in the frigid cold of night, after a 3 Dimensional Design course that runs too long, and a few beers at the Gasthaus later, a slip in the snow could challenge your senses bewteen driving home to a warm feather bed or a trip to the local emergency room.
Others, from the frat house down the block can also do their best at helping a stranger in need.
I defend my life with every good deed that I have extended and every kind accomplishment that others have offered as well. When it all comes around....the steps one takes are rungs on a ladder that leads you to a better place. Whether it be upwards or down...it all takes full circle...in this mad, mad world of defense and offense.
The offensive choices are only in the eyes of those who judge. We do the best that we can...in times that skewed vision is a kalidescope of color and grey. Defend my life...for whom and what reason? It is I who live with the memories.
After viewing the Albert Brooks' flick "Defending Your LIfe" I feel that one's own existence could, in fact, be relived in just but 4-12 days. If you were to pass on this earth and find yourself in a place that had you justify your time, how would you be seen on the screen?
I myself could pick a few days of my life that had true defining moments. The Theme....hmmm..."Doing the Best That You Can".
A time in my childhood that encompassed several years, but yet melt into a few hours of listening to my parents argue into a state that ends in violence, with me in the middle of fists, that ultimatly culminate into a vision of myself in the middle of screams that beg them to break it all up and stop.
A time in my teenage years that have me gulping for a last breath in waters too deep and too dark, seaweed entangled gasps that break my very sense of being and bewilder my senses into a dream that forces me to save the person at my side, in hopes of saving myself. Chokes on the sand and frantic passersby...all seemingly concerned and wondering if swimmers really know how to swim.
A place on a college campus, that finds me alone, pretending to flick through a book that is filled with words that I can not quite comprehend at the time. Not living on campus causes one to alienate themself from the true experience and wonder if advanced education is all that it is cracked up to be. But then, to realize, that when the 1970 Camaro does not turn over in the frigid cold of night, after a 3 Dimensional Design course that runs too long, and a few beers at the Gasthaus later, a slip in the snow could challenge your senses bewteen driving home to a warm feather bed or a trip to the local emergency room.
Others, from the frat house down the block can also do their best at helping a stranger in need.
I defend my life with every good deed that I have extended and every kind accomplishment that others have offered as well. When it all comes around....the steps one takes are rungs on a ladder that leads you to a better place. Whether it be upwards or down...it all takes full circle...in this mad, mad world of defense and offense.
The offensive choices are only in the eyes of those who judge. We do the best that we can...in times that skewed vision is a kalidescope of color and grey. Defend my life...for whom and what reason? It is I who live with the memories.
posted by Mental Notes @ 11:34 PM
1 Comments:
At 6:48 PM,
MilesDavis said…
Very Profound. Very beautiful. I tell my students that doing a kind deed ...is like a bad penny....It keeps coming back to you..(Whatever that means!)I try to define myself these days by the good I do. If I have somehow affected a person's life in a positive way...made someone's trek through this world a little easier.Then I can lift my face to the sun and feel the warmth and brightness of day,untroubled and happy.
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