Midnight in Paris

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.

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The Road to 2013

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.

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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?

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Time is on our side

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.

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Born and Raised

It’s been an interesting week for me. On Saturday, we dropped my younger brother off at college. I walked on the campus I once called home and was instantly overcome with lingering feelings of days gone by. The memories, joys, pains, victories, and defeats of my college years started knocking on my heart. Nostalgia was everywhere. I can’t believe it was nearly ten years ago when I first set foot on that campus as a freshman. Where did those years go?

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