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Some writers like routine. Some writers need routine. Some writers seem to have no problem just getting to it.

I juggle writing with life. With work. With chores and dating and obligations. 

Steven Pressfield wrote a book, some time ago, called The War of Art. How to beat the resistance. I heard Seth Godin talking about it, and read it. 

It’s inspiring, but, however many years later, I only know that the Resistance is a powerful thing. 

If you can, give yourself every advantage against it. Otherwise, beating it back may not be possible when you’re trying to create something.

We don’t seem to take interest in ourselves anymore. (This comes from a man of a certain age, so read that with a grain of salt.)

But, it seems that once you’ve acquired a certain place in your life, you content yourself with not really considering the implications. What makes me happy? 

It’s easier when you’re younger, sure. Quitting a job at 20 isn’t the same as quitting at 30 (or older). Constant travels to foreign countries – good for diplomats and travel influencers. Not for the salaryman.

And yet, travel gives our world meaning. You can’t know what your life is like in a vacuum. You have to travel outside of your environment, and see what the world has to offer. 

“Most people are on the world, not in it.” – John Muir

Finally sat down to watch this. I had intended to see it when it released, but I just missed it. I do, regrettably, miss more films in theaters than I would like to, but the schedule doesn’t always work out in the way I try to make it.

So, popped a bag of popcorn, opened a can of pop, and settled into The Long Walk.

Knowing roughly the premise, it picks up right where it needs to. Ray being driven by his mother to the starting line. Now, in this world, there is not much that is explained. There was a war. There is some sort of dictatorship. As it goes on, you discover that many things are banned, the teaching of enjoyment of outlawed – books, music, likely other enjoyments.

You don’t see the upper class – those striving for the win are certainly of low economic status.

It’s possible that everyone applies to the Long Walk Lottery – only fifty are chosen each year, one from each state. 

And the winner gets a heap of money and one wish.

It’s in this environment that Ray meets Pete. And while at first, like the characters, you’re not sure if there’s substance there, as they walk on, so do we. And it becomes apparent that friendship can form in the strangest of places.

There are others who become a part of the pack, and a story of battlefield camaraderie takes hold. 

It isn’t long into the movie before the first contestant is removed, with extreme prejudice. Before the Title Crawl actually. And it lets the viewer know the stakes.

About halfway through, I found myself loving the relationship between Pete and Ray, and I was happy the story hinged on that. I’d not read the story, but I assumed I knew where the film was going. It still took a turn, and left several twists that I wouldn’t have expected. Plus a couple I’d called early.

Even still, at moments I would find tears in my eyes, and wish that, like one contestant said (paraphrasing) – “I’d wish that two could win the Long Walk, so that you had a chance to finish with your friend.”

Enjoyed it, but not sure if that’s one I’ll get around to watching again.

Yesterday ended up having a darker tone than I had intended, but it seemed to wrap up, so I didn’t want to attempt to gild the lily. I think we all our the culmination of our pasts, and everyday becomes our past at each day’s end.

It’s neither good nor bad, just who we are. And I think to be continually growing, learning, expanding our horizons is a positive way to live, and a way to make an impact on those around us.

And I think that’s something we all should aspire to.

With the nation’s 250th anniversary behind us, I find myself thinking about personal milestones. Major moments in the history of my life.

Like everyone, I was deeply shaped by the novel coronavirus pandemic. Hard to believe that’s now been over six years since the world shut down.

Four years prior to that, I had a personal event upend my life, and I left nearly everything stable behind in favor of novelty and change. In an odd way, the pandemic actually fit into my of life more than it would have before that time.

And even earlier back, the terrorist attack on 9/11; graduations; deaths; births. It’s interesting how many things affect us, and that we carry with us through our lives.

Maybe it means that things will keep happening, and we’ll continue growing until it’s all over.