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.