I just got back from the movie "The Last Kiss". It was really interesting. Definitely not a movie for people who want a cheesy story you've seen a million times, but very good for those of you who like something a bit different. Has this realistic, harsh feel. One thing that struck me was positive though. The idea that (in many things) failure is defined by when you give up. And how it's kind of impossible to "go back to the way things were" as many put it. I wonder about that statement...It seems likely to be better as a memory than in real life. It seems like people have to move forward, because that's how time works. And each day we change...even if it's just a little.

 

I memorized this monologue this summer for a project I was working on. It was a narration for something, but I made it into a monologue because I liked it so much. Check it out:

 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that; probably Shakespeare or maybe Sting. But at the moment, that sentence best explains my tragic flaw--my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible. Standing still just feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad as far as flaws go. You aren't a drug addict, you aren't killing anyone...except maybe yourself a little.

 

When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden you're another person. But you notice. Inside of you, that change feels like a world of difference. And you hope that it is. That this is the person you get to be forever. That you'll never have to change again...