Wyatt: All I ever wanted was to live a normal life.
Doc: When will you wake up? You wouldn’t know a normal life if it bit you in the ass.
Wyatt: That’s great coming from you.
Doc: I played the cards I was dealt, Wyatt. Your problem is you’re always trying to play someone else’s. Allow me to tell you the truth and thus set you free: There is no happiness, Wyatt there is no normal life. There’s only life, that’s all. Just life. The rest is relative.
Wyatt: Then what do I do?
Doc: First you can grab that black-haired woman and make her your own.
Wyatt: All right. Then what?
Doc: Run. Take that girl and start running. Run and don’t look back. All your life you been running and looking back and just barely existing and calling it getting by. This time run and don’t look back and call it living. Live every second, live it right up to the hilt. Live, Wyatt – Live for me.
The areas of my soul left unfed by religious and spiritual belief systems are more often than not fed nicely by a well-written book or well-performed movie.
I find wisdom and beauty in the make-believe world of fiction – where artists create a world where high ideals are pursued, the right thing is always said at the right time and the good guy wins without resorting to bad guy tactics. Oh yes, and the boy gets the girl…don’t want to leave that one out.
In the arts, I get to immerse myself in Utopia.
So with that, I’m going to take Doc’s advice. With much less energy spent than Wyatt had to. Simply because I don’t need to go grab a black-haired woman – because I’ve already got a black-haired fella of my own.
1/2 of the To Do List – Done.
Left to do – Run right back to bed – because right now, that feels like the best way to live for the next few hours. I didn’t get much sleep last night.
And I shan’t look back at the dirty dishes…