The second best thing would be if he surpassed me in every way.
The best thing would be if when I died, he said "he was a good dad".
I'm so tired. Such an interesting feeling, being tired. It's not painful. It's almost a tension. And when you rest or sleep, it's like the tired was something that was filling you up and the sleep let's it escape from you. Sometimes it feel like tired is inside you. Inside your legs and arms. Inside your face and neck. But when you sleep, it all empties out. That emptiness is such a relief.
How peculiar.
"Who can gaze into the mirror without becoming evil? A mirror does not reflect evil, but creates it. Therefore, one should have a glimpse in the mirror not stare into it."
This line from Ghost in The Shell 2: Innocence has really stuck with me. When we look into a mirror, what do we see? And why are we looking?
I ordered Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence online over the weekend and last night gave it a watch for the first time. The first Ghost in the Shell movie has been a favorite of mine for years and I've even read the manga so it's a little surprising that it's taken me this long to get the sequel to the movie. Kind of interesting how that happens. I wonder if since I had such fond memories of the first I was reluctant to see anything that might detract from the original work.
I wonder if sometimes we live our life that way.
Hesitant to dive into new experiences because we feel it will detract from, or make the memories we cherish obsolete? Have we felt that sometimes creative works have tarnished our perceptions of a prior work? When we think of Star Wars or Indiana Jones or early albums from a favorite band, are we filled with happy nostalgia? Or do we feel sour that since its revival, what we once loved isn't how we remembered it?
Is that our greatest fear? That the things that make up a part of ourselves will change for the worse? Or worse, that they never were the way we thought they were to begin with?
Regardless, I took the risk last night and I finally watched Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence.
And it was fantastic.
Happy Thanksgiving folks!
Here's a non-exhaustive list of things I'm thankful for. :)
I'm thankful for:
You, who listen to my songs and share love. You, who read the things that I write and buy my albums. You, that left tips in my jars at shows. You, that believe in me and encourage me to keep making art, even if it's only enjoyed by you.
Because YOU are worth it.
Happy Thanksgiving my friends.
- Art