Enjoy The Abstract, Love The Real

Out for a 22 kilometers run this morning where I knew I could get a blip to link to one of my favourite films.

The first time I saw Aron Ralston was in an interview with Larry King. I thought he was amazing, an inspiration. Still do. But when I saw his bio-pic, I realised that he was also something of a jerk, in exactly the same way that I was (was, I hope) very much a jerk. We had a lot in common in the same bad way, and we both realised why we were jerks and made corrections. Thankfully, I didn't need to cut off my forearm to learn the error of my ways. Why were we jerks? I think what Julian Lennon said about his father pretty much sums it up; "My father loved the whole world, but he didn't love me." It's easy to love abstractions, like the human race or planet Earth, because they demand nothing in return; the challenge is to give your heart and soul to real individuals. That is the message I get from this remarkable film.

I Am A Rock. A fitting metaphor considering the agent of change in this film. Do you know the film I'm talking about it?  

My Little Universe