| Friday, April 08, 2005 |
| about schmidt |
love that movie.
up until now, i get boosegumps, er, goosebumps thinking about the film. on hindsight, it's a boring movie. but i have never been so struck by the message that unfurled itself mere seconds before the credits rolled in.
when everyone i know, including my friends, curl up and die, who will remember me and what i contributed (or if contributed at all, for that matter)? did i make things easier for even a single person? what has this life accomplished?
jack nicholson's character was 65 when the questions crept up on him. i am halfway that age, and yet...
what have i accomplished really?
now, let me stop here. it's been 3 days and i still don't know how to enumerate my accomplishments. either that or i have little or no accomplishments at all.
think...
on second thought, having reached this age is accomplishment enough. keeping this blog alive, having excellent friends, earning a decent income, belonging to a loving family, and loving (and being loved by) one truly great person - those are my accomplishments (if you happen to be paris hilton, these may seem insignificant for your taste, what with your sex video and all that moolah).
and should my 15 minutes of fame stop here, immortality will not be mine. but i'm okay with that. i'll try to achieve that in my next lifetime. |
posted by click & crash @ 4/08/2005 05:32:00 PM   |
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