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It’s a Wonderful Life. There was a period – a decade, perhaps – where I watched Mr. Bailey wrestle with his demons and Clarence a few times a year. Last night was the first time I’ve seen it in a while. It was the original b/w version, too, which made it even better.
Watching the movie again.
The familiar is comforting. Even though we know the ending, we still spend our time watching again and again. It’s a Wonderful Life is a good, uplifting, harking-back-to-a-simpler-time story. What about the ‘stories’ that don’t have a positive ending – that leave us worn down, depleted? Why is it we keep watching …living those as well?
I’m about to hit the road for another BIG BOLD road trip, this one a 6+ week trip to Dallas visiting family for the holidays and doing a bit of work as well. The packing is underway and I ran across old journal of mine from 1990. I had just gotten a divorce, sold a house, taken a road trip…
“Fear, sadness, lost dreams, new beginnings, anticipation of tomorrow, good friends…”
20 years later – so much has changed yet so much is still the same… Is it the same movie or the sequel?
Damn. I hate it when that happens.
