Friday, January 30, 2009

A Curious Case of Human Nature


Days after watching THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON, after leaving the dark, escapist theater where I shed more than a few tears, after returning home to pick up the kids, do homework, dinner, dishes and bedtime, I still suffered from a lingering sense of melancholy. I knew it was just a movie, a movie based on an impossible conceit no less, but I was disturbed by how watching a man age in reverse made me feel about my own life.

I’d heard of people who came close to death and returned with a new appreciation of living; their priorities simply and suddenly in check. Benjamin, having been born old and frail, was like one of those people. He had an unusual perspective that allowed him to understand early on the fleeting nature of the journey. He drank life in the way his tugboat captain drank his liquor. Daisy, on the other hand, had a less illuminated purview. She, like me, like most I presume, lived in denial of the finite while living very much in fear of it.

She wasted time, focusing on the frivolous and the immediate, fighting off the specter of death with each impulsive, life-affirming pleasure. While Benjamin walked, taking in all of what life had to offer, Daisy ran her race in a constant state of want, never opting for a moment of peace.

When I was young, I couldn’t wait to be an adult. When I was just out of college, I couldn’t wait to find a soul mate and success. After I had babies, I couldn’t wait for them to grow older. I always focused on what came next, hoping it would be there that I would finally be satisfied. Older people warned me I would miss the days I so often bemoaned, advising me to find happiness in the present. But like Daisy, I didn’t listen. I didn’t know how.

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3 Comments:

Domestic Goddess (In Training) said...

My mom has always said not to wish away my kids' youth... but as I stare at my playroom covered in toys and my toddler on his bouncie ball in just a diaper cuz he ditched the clothes I just dressed him in and my crappy t shirt is even crappier because its now covered in spit up courtesy of my 6 month old.... that is really hard not to do.

Manic Mommy said...

I refer to this as wishing my life away. For some reason, I've been living more presently for the past few weeks. Enjoying my boys more (while still spending an unhealthy amount of time on Facebook). I'm praying for it to last - at least through next week in Disneyworld.

JCK said...

It is something I'm always struggling with.

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