Great expectations...

Don't expect. Anything.

The apparent danger of expecting something without any rhyme or reason is shown hilariously in that beautiful Zemeckis-Tom Hanks feel-good movie, Forrest Gump. Forrest is on a mission, he's running across the country, well u can say continent, since the U S of A is as wide as you can get in the American continent, both of them.

*** In Gump's own words ***
Some people say I am running for world peace, some say for women's liberation, but I just ran.
*** ***

And he gathers some flotsam along the way, people get inspired and follow him. One more month at it and he could have given birth to his own religion, and found his place among the likes of Jesus Christ, Buddha and Robert Atkins. But it would have been a troubling ritual for the followers of Forresteism, like Dec 25, they'd have their day.. "This is when Lord Forrest Gump started his run blah blah... " and the most pious of his followers would probably try their luck at lasting the length of the continent or something, hmm tough religion!

But Forrest stopped.

I admire him for that. He just stopped. And turned around. The followers couldn't believe it. How could he stop? Probably, this is the moment. This is when he's going to preach something, and heal the pain and suffering of the masses. And the masses, as it turned out, were wrong.

"I am just tired, I wanna go home". Obviously that's not scripture material! That won’t even make it to the 6th page of the evening tabloid. Duh! Humanity, thus lost the chance to witness the birth of another religion and its fanatic followers... terrorism, separate country or whatever. And Forrest went home!

Comments

Me Talking... said…
After watching the movie I had another feeling…….nothing is important….you just live your life…and the rest comes…live honestly…do what you like…buy a boat…sail in that…and when you see your old friend sitting in the bank with a cigar….you become happy…you will forget everything…now you have only that old friend in your mind….you will jump from the boat and happily swims towards him…..and the boat is still sailing………

And I liked that…very much…can we leave the boats and swim………..I don’t think so...
10:33 AM
Unknown said…
:)

We don't. We can but we don't. We believe the boat is taking us somewhere more important!
10:38 AM
SNM said…
Goddammit! I want to leave the boat and swim, but I'm scared! Damn, I'm just 25 and I'm scared! :(
10:54 AM
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