JaimePaulFalcon
10-24-2005, 03:50 AM
Its much like Kerouac said “What is the feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks disappearing?
…it’s the to huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye.
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies…”
“There’s no place like home…” Dorothy Gale
Man I love the road trip movie and the coming home movie really nothing says more about the American dream then theses. They are what we all dream about either we have already left home and have returned to experience life how it is after we left our safe haven or we are running from the only thing we ever knew to escape/find ourselves. And that friend is beautiful in his or her own weird way. These themes are explored soundly in the films Highway and Garden Sate, in one a pair of friends are trying to escape a destiny of pain in the other a man returns to his legacy of pain and they both grab you and force you to realize that the American Dream is ridden with pain its out inherent condition. To live to suffer to flee to return and that is what life truly is as much as we lie to ourselves there’s no escaping the truth. And that is why I’m a victim of falling for these films, that is why I spend hours pouring over their contents trying to find my meaning in them not knowing that my meaning and yours is mine and yours individually we are not what we watch we only dream of what we may accomplish while we view these things.
Now I write this all with my cigarette smoke burning my eyes causing tears to swell not knowing if the tears are coming from just the smoke or the thought of my own American dream having died. Is it because I can never return home? Or is because I like the fortitude to take that rode trip we all crave to truly find onesself? I do not truly know all I know is that life in its self may or may not pass me by and the rest of us as we throw ourselves into the art and dreams of others and who knows if we or me are willing to go on our own and find our own adventures.
Do we want to Large and return to find love? Or do we simply want to be jack from highway and run from our demons and find love that way? Do we truly know? These are questions most of us are too afraid to answer. We are contempt to live our lives and except what we find and that my friends is a shame and the true sad state of our own affairs.
…it’s the to huge world vaulting us, and it’s goodbye.
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies…”
“There’s no place like home…” Dorothy Gale
Man I love the road trip movie and the coming home movie really nothing says more about the American dream then theses. They are what we all dream about either we have already left home and have returned to experience life how it is after we left our safe haven or we are running from the only thing we ever knew to escape/find ourselves. And that friend is beautiful in his or her own weird way. These themes are explored soundly in the films Highway and Garden Sate, in one a pair of friends are trying to escape a destiny of pain in the other a man returns to his legacy of pain and they both grab you and force you to realize that the American Dream is ridden with pain its out inherent condition. To live to suffer to flee to return and that is what life truly is as much as we lie to ourselves there’s no escaping the truth. And that is why I’m a victim of falling for these films, that is why I spend hours pouring over their contents trying to find my meaning in them not knowing that my meaning and yours is mine and yours individually we are not what we watch we only dream of what we may accomplish while we view these things.
Now I write this all with my cigarette smoke burning my eyes causing tears to swell not knowing if the tears are coming from just the smoke or the thought of my own American dream having died. Is it because I can never return home? Or is because I like the fortitude to take that rode trip we all crave to truly find onesself? I do not truly know all I know is that life in its self may or may not pass me by and the rest of us as we throw ourselves into the art and dreams of others and who knows if we or me are willing to go on our own and find our own adventures.
Do we want to Large and return to find love? Or do we simply want to be jack from highway and run from our demons and find love that way? Do we truly know? These are questions most of us are too afraid to answer. We are contempt to live our lives and except what we find and that my friends is a shame and the true sad state of our own affairs.