The Fox and The Hound

Good morning my dears, it has been far too long, per the norm, since my last blurb about anything. Even now, I don't particularly have much to say. I still wish all the same positive things for you all, and I still just motor along.

I recently just purchased the blu-ray 30th anniversary edition of the original The Fox and The Hound. I truly loved and still love the original. For being a children's film, there is something so peaceful, and in moments, melancholy about it. Every time I watch it, I always end up pondering the phrase, "there are always much bigger enemies out there to battle than wasting our time fighting amongst ourselves." And then I can't help but think that as much as that is true, in the end, the fox ends up remaining in his new environment, and the hound remains in his separate environment. That is what is melancholy to me, is that, friends can remain friends, but they drift away to different places, different circles; they co-exist peacefully mainly due to remaining apart. In this story they are capable of uniting together to fight the bear in the wild despite their differences. Some stories, some lives, aren't so lucky, and end more tragically. I think there is much to be said about friends learning to "agree to disagree" and friends knowing when staying apart will save both parties heartache and hurt feelings over misunderstandings. But, what I most want to leave you with is,

"There are much larger enemies to be fought, than to waste our time fighting amongst ourselves."

There are people I've met that I've been friends with, and then we've gone our separate ways, but some of those friends I know that despite time and distance, if the need arose, we would work together to help each other. Not every friendship ends that way, but some do, and I hope you have been lucky enough to find that in your life. Have a beautiful last day to your weekend and may it not be completely tainted by the forthcoming Monday.

You've Got Mail

Good late night my darlings, it is a bit late for me to be up and doing anything but be sensible and just try to sleep. But here I am, awake, none the less; and blogging for that matter. The last few days, I have felt the urge to watch an old time favorite of mine that I grew up watching: You've Got Mail, with Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan, Dave Chapelle, Steve Zahn, and a few other people I don't remember; oh, Yea! And Greg Kinnear. Meg Ryan is the small time bookstore owner, and Tom Hanks is the "price club" of books who is just opening up a new store in the same neighborhood as Meg Ryan's store, threatening to shut down her business.

This whole movie is full of so many sweet truths and the sweet seed of hope. Makes me think of all the endless hours as a child I spent at the Barnes and Noble in the Aurora neighborhood I grew up in. I can't even begin to describe all the lovely bits of this movie without rambling on for hours, and even rambling wouldn't fully get the feeling across for this film. I am a very non-verbal person, always using my hands, my face, and my expressions to tell a lot of my story for me.

This movie was in its' own way, my cult classic I grew up with. As I got older, it got put on the shelf where it collected dust, and I remember having turned twenty-one years old, and I pulled it out to watch, and my life was so different from where it had started and where it ended up at the time and even where it is now, and I remember watching it there, curled up in the corner of a ratty old couch that was my bedroom.... And I felt nothing for it. I didn't even finish it. It was like one of those sub conscience wake up calls, or like my conscience calling me from far away: asking me where did that part of me go that was comfortable just being myself? Where did that girl go that didn't have to act hard all the time? Where did that girl go that even when there wasn't someone else she was interested in romantically, she still had the dream of someone else?... Where did she go? I think that was one of the first poignant self evaluations I had of myself and the former life I was committed to.
I spent four years drifting away from this core classic of myself, and I am happy to say, it only took me two years to fight my way back. One of the emails that Meg Ryan and Joe Fox (tom hanks) share in the beginning epitomizes my sad poor pathetic addiction to Starbucks coffee and makes me laugh at myself thinking there is probably much more truth to what he says than I'd like to expand on, but I'm o.k. just laughing about it and considering it probably really is the truth, and I'm not going to fight it. It's who I am, and I am content with who I am, so why should I feel bad about it?

So, I will leave you with his opinion of people and Starbucks and I now realize it is one o'clock in the morning, so have a peaceful rest of your night.

"The whole reason of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. So, people who don't know what the they're doing or who on earth they are, can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee, but an absolutely defining sense of self."

~Joe Fox- Tom Hanks

And I have to say, the movie ends with Over the Rainbow.... It isn't the version by Iz, but I don't think it existed yet, so the Harry Nilson version just had to suffice in the meantime, and maybe the Iz version did already exist, I just didn't know about it yet.. But I know about it now, and they say when you find the real thing to hold onto it, so I will. And I wish you the same.