Tomorrow I leave for Cebu, but to explain why I'm going to Cebu I need to go back to 2006 and a movie: Night at the Museum. ( is not the whole truth, just a part that I'm thinking on tonight.) When I sat down to watch that film I laughed because the main character was me.
When I was fourteen, right after I entered foster care, I made myself a promise: I was not going to be a get rich schemer like my mother. My promise lasted two minuets. Some of it comes with being creative. The rest comes from not being able to filter a bad idea from a good one. You'd think with all the bad ones my mother came up with- maggot farm to marrying men for their money (who didn't have any money)- that I'd know a bad idea when I thought of one.
No.
Recently, I watched Yes Man. Yet another character with traits like my own. I'm always being invited to things and I make escusses not to go. Eventually people stop asking. It's not that I don't know how to have fun, I entertain myself quite well, thank you. But I don't know how to live.
We know that TV and movies are not real, just as we know when we pick up a good fiction book, is just a story, and yet can we learn lessons that improve our lives from fiction ?
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