Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

I’m going to use this movie as a launch point for this blog.  On Friday, Jen and I went to go see Where the Wild Things Are.  People are mixed about the movie, but it got me thinking about so many things.  First, it’s tough to be a child.  There are so many emotions that fly through their lives every day.  Life is in the moment and I think sometimes we forget that.  The movie itself got me going because some of those emotions are still unresolved in my life.  Some that I have been working on and some that I don’t want to deal with at the moment.   Just like Max, I try to make sense of the world that I was dealt.  At times I just want to make it all better and everyone happy, but what I wind up doing it just making it worse.  I keep trying to center myself that the person I am responsible for in the world is me and everyone is responsible for their own actions.

Where the Wild Things Are are really in our hearts.  The passion and imagination we store away time and time again to take of the “real world” keep getting pushed back further and further until we don’t even know where the are anymore.  However, they are still always there and waiting for you to unleash them.  Each Wild Thing whether it be fear, anticipation, joy, or imagination need to be let out now and then to be reminded that they are part of you.

I don’t want to ruin the movie for anyone, but there’s one scene that sticks out the most from the movie.  At the end, Max is sailing back home and Carol was running to say goodbye to him after stubbornly running away.  But it’s too late.  Max is already out in the world on new adventures.    I related this to a father/son relationship.  After Carol put his own selfish pride aside that he was hurt by Max it was too late to do what he really wanted to say before he was gone.   I feel this way with my parents.  I think they realized that their own selfish behavior was affecting their relationships with their children too late.  I can’t speak for the rest of the clan, but for me, I was already sailing out in the world well before the realized that I was even gone.  There were others to help push me out to sea–to see me out into the world.   All you can do is howl and hope that they other howl back.  But sometimes, the howl isn’t enough to turn the boat around… there’s so much more in the world that I want to see.