I’ve had more than my share of “whoops” moments in life. My favorites are the ones when I got myself into a bind for doing something dumb I knew had a reasonable chance of ending poorly. More than I care to admit, let me tell you…
‘What ifs’ & ‘coulda bins’ are the very heart of sadness, sorrow & reminiscing. Our suffering from heartbreak & ruminations of the things we think we’ve lost are the purest soil of great destitute, self-awareness, creativity, ascension, & eventual joy from which we can grow or find inspiration again.
It’s the story of redemption. We can all relate to that. That is in itself the story of every good film. It’s never really about the alien threat, the sadistic nemesis, the natural disaster or lost lover –it’s about how those things tear up the life of our hero & how they deal with that pain & find a way to come to terms with it.
Film is art & the best art is a reflection of life. & what’s life without challenges?? I’d argue that’s what makes it feel like it’s being lived.
Tomorrow is Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day. (No, seriously. It’s a thing!) According to nationaldaycalendar.com, you can use the hashtag #DontCryOverSpilledMilkDay to post on social media. I can only imagine some of the comedy that’s sure to be put on display with this tag. May I suggest we all jump in & share in the intended lightness of the day too?
No need to fret over that slip-up though: there’s an easy fix: just get yourself a One-Minute Time Machine.