The worship of celebrity to me is a little over the top. I think there is far more attention paid to celebrities of little talent and a lot more real talent ignored. None the less, that's why creativity should be done for the love of it, not for the fame ultimately. And if you achieve at living your life doing something you love, even if it's just a hobby, then you have really lived your life. But when your lucky, you can make a great living doing what you love and inspires others, that's amazing.
Of course, this is just my humble opinion.
About a week and a half ago, I sought out to do something I hadn't done in many years. Go see a movie by myself. I was dying to see Judd Apatow's latest movie, This is 40. But I was running really late. The kids had been sick for awhile, and this was my first day to myself in awhile. I was really excited about this, and disappointed I might not make the start time. As I got to the movie theater, I checked to see if there was another movie playing a little later, and there was. Silver Linings Playbook.
I knew nothing about this movie. Just that there were Oscar nods and Robert Dinero and Bradley Cooper were in it. Two actors I admire, that really have true talent and are fortunate enough to be recognized and do well for themselves.
I decided to catch the later starting movie, and bought the ticket...thinking it might be fate I showed up late. As I approached the concession stand to buy some popcorn, I felt my cell phone vibrate. It was the school nurse. My daughter hadn't quite shaken her illness yet, and had fallen asleep in her class and needed to be picked up. I got a refund of my ticket and left, thinking I guess I wasn't supposed to see any movie.
Then today I saw Robert Dinero get emotional on TV. When does THIS happen?! I tune into the interview. Its an interview about the movie I didn't get to see.
I realize the movie touches upon the character's mental illness, and during the interview there in this intensity with not only the actors, but the director as well, and how personal it is for them It floors me.
Nothing can make me feel less alone than knowing that there is this sense that others feel this way about their loved one struggling with a mental illness. It's so rarely talked about.
I couldn't help but cry. That moment where I felt like the world for an instant understood, or at least someone. I wasn't alone because I loved someone so much that had a mental illness.
Being a parent now, with all the struggles I have, I can't help but want my Dad here...and get mad he is gone. Of course...I know he was sick. But that didn't make me love him any less...or make a daughter want her father around to be a grandfather any less either.
However, it's not just my Dad. It's all the insanity I have dealt with and loved certain people in my life anyway. Just wanting them to be OK.
And I can't imagine how many others this has touched.
I would have seen that movie despite my deterrence of having to leave and pick up my daughter that day. But now I can't wait. And I think I'll probably run out and buy the book too.