Tonight we watched E.T. with Keaton; being not yet five it was her first time seeing it.
As a kid, I can remember the scene where E.T. is “dying” as something that absolutely broke my heart. I mean I had nightmares about those little round suction-cup monitors they had all over Elliot and E.T. I’d forgotten just how good the movie is, and just how sad the sad parts can be. I think I cried more because I could see Keaton working hard to stifle her owns tears than because E.T. had to leave in the end. As the spaceship lifted off she broke down and sniffed hard, letting a single hear dampen the side of her little nose. She snuggled up close to Sharaun (she’d moved to the couch with mom when things started getting a bit emotional) and worked hard to stem a flow.
I love movie nights with the family. More and more this is what I want from life. Not money, not a social life, not goods; just time where I can be still. Time with my family and my God and my thoughts and my self. In those brief moments I catch snatches and drifts of a more sublime existence; a place where it’s Fall and my neighbors go to my church and I can send my kids out trick-or-treating without adult supervision – some unreal nirvana; a catchall fantasy that has me surrounded by only that which has meaning. Where work stays at work, summers are long and stress is low. Where the cost of living matters not compared to the quality of life.
Sometimes the urge to drop out and chase the fantasy is strong. Truly strong. Right now is one of those times. Lately all I want to do is give chase; my brain is dripping with sweat for all the dwelling I do on it. Feeling like, maybe, it’s only a question of getting all the tumblers aligned just right and click, your every action has meaning and your every breath is fulfillment. Gaining distance from the folly of the past and a wide berth to define what matters and what’s right. Between being consumed with these thoughts I manage to get some work done, but it’s getting hard.