Last night we watched Pinocchio (1940) by Walt Disney based on the Adventures of Pinocchio by the Italian author Carlo Lorenzini (more popularly known by his pen name, Carlo Collodi). I remember seeing this movie when I was younger but I recall very little about it. Mostly all about the poor boy's disturbing nose. How can I not remember that, to become real, one ought to be "brave, truthful and unselfish"? I felt a stab of guilt when the beautiful blue fairy said that in her musical voice. By golly, it made me think about my existence! Not so much as how Mr. Sartre would put it, but I simply wondered, am I wood? Occasionally useful? but otherwise hard, heartless, inert? Lions-and-tigers-and-bears, oh-my! (from The Wizard of Oz). In all fairness though, I know I am quite "brave" (granted it is a calculated risk!) and I do try to be "truthful" in most of my dealings (granted it is mutual!)...but "unselfish"? I cannot find a defense for that! (..er...I did breastfeed?) To be real is a tough call, to follow through is a greater challenge. It is not just knowing what is right from wrong, but doing it and sticking to it when no one else is on your side. To be real (brave, truthful and unselfish) will set one apart. Only then will Life truly happen.
Looking at my children now, these are my Jiminy Crickets. They are my guide. For who else can truly teach me how to be brave, truthful and unselfish but these pure at heart? Pinocchio is aimed to teach the old.
"The value of marriage is not that adults produce children but that children produce adults."
3 comments:
Well thought...well written!
great! so this comment-thing does work! i just started to doubt...oh me of little faith. thank you!
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