resurrection of hope
Well, maybe.
As I mentioned in the last entry, the movie "Jumanji" was on and I watched it all. In the story, a boy in 1969 finds a board game, one that makes the sound of drums and leads him to where it’s buried. He takes it home and plays it with a girl friend (not a girlfriend). The game is straight out of the Twilight Zone; he gets sucked into the game on a role of the dice and disappears from 1969.
Fast forward to 1995. The boy’s parents are gone and his house stands deserted. A woman buys it, her niece and nephew in tow. The house has been deserted for many years; when the kid disappeared 26 years before, his dad, who he thinks doesn’t love him, spent the rest of his life looking for, and not finding, his son. The kids find the game in the attic and start playing and all sorts of jungle hell breaks lose, and the only way to stop it is to finish the game. The third role of the dice brings the first boy, now a man, back to this world (Robin Williams), 26 years after he disappeared.
In town, monkeys and a herd of wild animals cause lots of trouble, but the kids go to find the fourth player of the game, a woman now, but a girl friend of Williams in 1969. They must play the game until the end to make all the strange things go back into the game, and they do, with many adventures along the way. Finally, Williams rolls a dice number that takes him to the end of the game. All the animals and strange things get sucked back into the game and it’s 1969 all over again, and the boy and his girl friend, having already lived 26 years of their lives, get to start over and get "a second chance" at life that we all wish for.
A poor synopsis of a good movie, but the point here for me is what the two do with their "second chance" – they live better lives and get to play an influencing role in the lives of the two kids they met in 1995, playing the game.
A second chance.
Don’t we all want a second chance to live our lives better?
And what am I doing with my "second chance"? I nearly died (and did die, for a minute or two) in a car wreck in 1998. I got to "come back" and I have a second chance at making this life work better. I have been completely depressed lately – life sucks sometimes, and I lost everything in the wreck, but gained some brain damage as a result of said car wreck.
(side note: I NEVER call it an "accident". I was drunk, driving like a maniac, royally pissed and it was no accident. I don’t think – or remember – I did it on purpose, but life really, REALLY sucked in 98 and it might have seemed like an idea – not a good one. I don’t think it was intentional; I think I was an idiot, but I DID get a second chance at this life)
This goddamn depression has been chasing me all of my life and causing all sorts of… well, if not "trouble", grief, anyways.
Go the fuck away, depression. You suck and I don’t want you here.
Like it’s going to listen, eh?
Anyway, the movie, which I saw last week and know I liked a lot, but don’t remember all that clearly (the first time I saw it) is a good, inspirational story for me.
What the fuck, NorthwesternCat, or whatever you call yourself, are you doing?
THIS IS YOUR SECOND CHANCE
Make something of it! Do something with it!
Now, idiot, right fucking now.
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Depression wraps itself in its grey cloak and steals away.
Stay away, god damn it.
And yeah, I WILL be talking to that God everyone says exists – WTF are YOU doing, asshole. You WILL tell me and I won’t take any bullshit for an answer. You OWE me the answer and don’t even think of squirming out of it.
Yeah God, I’m talking to you.
Don’t give me no bullshit. Speak up.
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