I’ve just caught the tail end of a film – 50 First Dates – a sort of Ground Hog Day turned around, and it’s rather got me thinking.
Adam Sandler plays Harry, a marine naturalist wh
o falls in love with Lucy, a girl who looses her memory each night as she sleeps. Each day Harry woo’s Lucy and each day they fall in love. But when Lucy wakes the next morning with Harry at her side, she’s forgotten everything and instead of recalling a night of passion she remembers nothing and thinks she’s woken up beside a stranger.
Fortunately Lucy is an avid journal keeper and so each new day she can follow her own story as their love grows. Phew!
And then she decides to burn her journal. Or there wouldn’t be the necessary break up crisis to add the trauma into the tale. Apparently she does this to let Harry lead a full life without all the hassles of living with the memory monster.
So they part with distraught Harry taking off on his sailing ship. But not for long. Harry returns to find Lucy plagued by recurring dreams of a mystery man. Strangely enough Harry has a solution which involves them getting married and having a daughter and living forever on his sail boat. And here is where it gets interesting for me…every morning Lucy wakes up to find a video tape and player at her bedside which shows the story of her life as press cuttings of the car accident which caused her memory loss; a movie of her wedding and pictures of their daughter.
With no clues, apart from her morning ‘scrapbook, about where she lives or what her life is like, Lucy walks over to the window and gasps in wonder. Her bedroom window is a port-hole and her first stunning view of her world is of the glaciers of the Antarctic. When she goes up on deck she meets her husband and daughter for the first time. Every day for Lucy is filled with awe as she discovers an amazing world and beautiful family.
Shouldn’t every day start with this wonder? The world magical, bountiful and thrilling. Any one of us could live the magical life of Lucy and her little family. So why don’t we? Why are Mark and I working for 16 hours a day with a stolen 30 minute trot through the woods as our only connection today with each other and the outside world? And then I realised…it’s all about possessions. Are we struggling to hang on to our stuff and striving to get even more stuff, which we’ll have to sweat out even more energy to keep hold of? -
Something has to change because life moves too quickly and it rattles on regardless of what you’ve got planned. It’s not waiting for you to catch up.
Now I’m certainly not considering the living afloat thing – sea sickness has shut off that little avenue – but it is time to regroup. Just off to have a little chat with Mark.
Who says there’s never anything useful on the TV?
We’ll see what we shall see…
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