By now, most people have seen the movie, from distant 1993, in which Bill Murray utilizes the smarmy portion of his persona and lives through the same day every day, trapped in Punxsutawney, PA, slowly but surely meeting and wooing Andie McDowell, taking the lessons he’d learned each day and refining his approach. It’s a fine film and an interesting meditation on the nature of time and of the developments of human relationships. Only by overcoming his arrogance can Bill Murray’s character win the girl and move on with his life.
We all get trapped in a personal Punxsutawney at times. As I have been stuck in what has been an interminable transition period, I’ve had more time than I’d like to engage in self-analysis. Honest self-analysis is difficult; we simultaneously filter out some of our faults while obsessing over other faults. We often don’t have the luxury of examining our underlying motivations, or understanding the context in which we operate. We often feel we have to react, rather than think.
The problem is, that’s not so. You do have time to think in most cases. But we don’t. Why? Guess that’s something to think about….
No comments:
Post a Comment