I need to watch The Pursuit of Happyness again soon.
Every so often, something happens that shakes me. It messes with my equilibrium and I start to doubt, wonder and panic. More often than not, the ‘something’ is reality. Take today for example. I checked my bank statement and could no longer run from something I’ve suspected for a while now. I’m nearly out of money.
The thing with dreams is that they are expensive; much more so than conformity. I used to like asking people why they don’t quit their jobs and go after their dreams. The most common answer is money, at which point I’d say something like, ‘if you step out, and go for it, the money will come right.’ Maybe there’s more wisdom in the masses than I realised. Maybe it’s not just fortune that favours the brave. Could it be that when the brave crash and burn we prefer to call them stupid?
I don’t know. I can’t believe that being sensible is the best way for me to live my life. That’s why I need to watch The Pursuit of Happyness. I’ll shed tears of gratitude during the scene where he sleeps in a toilet with his son. I’ll be inspired to keep going when things come right for him at the end. I’ll tell myself that if I just keep going, if I roll with the punches, if I just hang in there, somehow things will come right.
Believe it or not, Sylvester Stallone said something really profound about this issue. A long time ago I watched a documentary charting his rise to fame. For a long time he struggled and couldn’t get a part in a movie. Eventually, if I remember correctly, he wrote the script for Rocky himself, cast himself in the lead role, and the rest we all know.
During that documentary, he said words to the effect of: everyone gets their shot. It’s just that not everyone hangs around long enough to take it.
(Roland During Sunset by AdventDawn)
What’s in a name? A friend from medical school recently reminded me about my bitterness toward him over a name.
Most medical students are geeks. It’s very easy to start thinking you are cool in an anatomy class. It gets even worse in your clinical years when you’re in hospitals surrounded by people who are comfortable with their lack of coolness. Hospitals force most people to grow up.
Not me. I had finally found my chance to be cool with the standard so low. All I needed to complete the act was the right nickname. Bryan (my real name) didn’t quite cut it. After some searching, I found the perfect one, only people were using it on Bernard! Bernard? Bernard. A name even geekier than Bryan! But it was Bernard, not Bryan, who was being called Gunfighter, or Gun/Guns for short.
Believe it or not, I really was upset at my guys for not coming up with a name like that for me. I tried to get them to call me Rain for a while but Farai thought it was too cool for me. He had a habit of being more honest than was required. In any case, the name I really wanted was Gunfighter and I wasn’t willing to push Bernard onto oncoming traffic to get it. So I remained without a nickname.
Until now. Henceforth, I will be known online as Bryan “Gunfighter” Tsuro (not my real last name).
What do you think?
The Onion is a hilarious paper. The first time I read a story on the website, I was shocked because I didn’t realise that the articles there are satirical. I don’t remember what the story was, but I eventually figured out it was a joke after checking the BBC, SKY, CNN and a couple of other news sites!
This is one of their videos. I cannot tell a lie, I’m conflicted. I think I should be offended by it, but I find it hilarious. Enjoy!
I submitted my third article to an editor on Sunday. My wife, Becky, read it and thought it was just okay. So when Monday came and went without a response, I worried that the editor agreed with her.
I hate waiting. I spent a lot of yesterday checking my email every 20 minutes or so. I get so unproductive – it’s silly. To use Becky’s phrase, when I get a bee in my bonnet, there’s no getting rid of it. I know the smart thing is to just get on with life and write something else, but for some reason, I find that really hard. Oh well…
I recently came across this poem, A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I’m not really into poetry, mainly because I often just don’t get it. I really like this one though. Apparently, it’s (South Africa’s president) Thabo Mbeki’s favourite. I know I’m blowing things a little out of proportion, but waiting to find out the fate of that article, the poem grew in meaning for me.
What can I say, I like this guy. I guess I feel I can relate to him on some level. That, and this is a cool video. Check out the post below this one first though – it will all make a little more sense that way.
I came across this video on Jack and Jill Politics and imagined being in Derrick’s shoes.I wonder how I would have done. The reporter was pretty aggressive initially but by the time Derrick was through, they were on good terms. He wasn’t won over by charm, but by his interviewee’s knowledge. That depth and substance really impressed me.
I have found lately that I have a lot of opinions about a lot of things, but they are often not based on concrete substantial knowledge. There are quite a few issues I’ve been unable to write confidently about because I don’t think my grasp of the subject will stand up to close scrutiny. It has inspired me to do a lot more reading, and try to have as many conversations with people in the know as possible.
Yep, Derrick’s intelligence and knowledge have inspired me.
Since my last post was about money, I thought I’d bring a little balance to my blog.
I took my wife out a few nights ago. We ended up at a cinema and we decided to take a chance on The Bucket List. It turned out to be much better than I expected. In fact, it was pretty good.
It’s one of those stories about finding out what’s ultimately important in life. Granted, Hollywood churns out lots of these every year, but this movie stands out a little. I’m not sure what exactly it was, but it managed to tell a familiar tale without being overly predictable or cheesy.
Go and watch it on a Sunday afternoon. It will put a smile on your face, warm your heart and just maybe, re-evaluate stuff.
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