Syd Field taught me that my life is like a screenplay. I’m not sure if that was his intention, but I learned that this past weekend. About a year ago, I started researching screenplays for fun. One of the names I came across was Syd Field, who is sort an expert on the subject. For my birthday, my loving wife got me a ticket to attend his crash course in screenwriting last Saturday. I learned a lot about the craft of screenwriting and also discovered some interesting connections to my own life.
I used to think people who liked Woody Allen films were pretentious. You know the type–charlatans, participating in Hollywood snobbery at its finest, who only watch art movies and don’t appreciate good story telling. I used to not like Woody Allen films because I thought it they were all angst-filled one liner comedies with no story. But I’m beginning to see I was wrong. He is a brilliant story-teller. I didn’t appreciate his movies before because they didn’t make sense to me. Truthfully, I hadn’t lived enough when I first saw them.
In the Lord of the Rings trilogy, there is a poem called The Walking Song which describes the journey set before the characters:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
As we approach 2013, we are meeting the next part of our journey. The ‘road’ of this life is continuing now. It rises up before us, welcoming in the New Year, and we are asked to embark on the next part of this journey. Another chapter of the story is starting and we have a choice: Will we embrace an unknown future, pursuing this road with eager feet?
The perpetual clock of life never stops ticking away. Ever notice how easily the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months and the months into years? Time passing away should never surprise us and yet it does. If you’re like me, you have days and weeks that go by like a blur, and at the end of the month you find yourself asking, “Where’d the time go?” I have a habit of getting into these ‘reflective’ moods. Hours will pass by and I don’t even realize that I’m stuck in my head thinking.
Sometimes I carry this reflective mood into weeks and even months. Time will pass by and I’m struck with the realization that this particular moment of time will never repeat itself. There will never be another October 2012. Now, hopefully, I get to see another October next year, but it will be different. This particular one is gone forever. I know–that thought is a little pessimistic, but it’s true.