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We need to have more faith in ourselves.
Just the other day I was watching a movie with some friends. Through much work and an occupied mind, I was well due for a bit of mindless, yet personally educational entertainment.
The movie’s plotline, in most basic terms, was about a boy who was a jazz drummer and decided to be the best. Well, being the best meant being in the harshest professor’s jazz band. In the movie, the student endured much emotional and mental and physical abuse from the teacher. But despite the brutal conditions, the boy managed to wake up everyday and try and try again. He was resilient. It was awe inspiring.
And despite being a great movie, I was able to predict almost every turn, every downfall, and every reveal.
But why was I satisfied or even happy when the predictions came true? Was it because I was proud of predicting the plot of an Oscar nominated movie? Was it because I felt just that much closer to having a better understanding of life and all of it’s complex meanings?
No. It was because the revealed predictions were so much more than I thought they would be. They were predictably unpredictable. And in many ways, I find this beautiful. However, my issue with this, and in this specific situation, is how I let the movie tell me how to think and when to think it. And although this is obviously the director’s intention I fear it has grown a bit too rehearsed.
For example, in one of the scenes of the movie, a boy is offered by his professor to work with him on a big project- a professional jazz concert that could boost him to success. This is also the professor he helped get fired for his abusive behavior.
My first initial thought was: “Well, he’s going to say no, yeah?” However, the student said yes. Okay, just a small mishap, I thought.
Then I figured, “But the professor will mess with him somehow, right? He’s been playing mind games with him the entire movie.” And to my satisfaction he was, in fact, messed with like I had predicted; the professor sabotaged him with a surprise song last minute.
So, my question is, why did I accept being wrong so willingly? In such a small case this mishap was minor. But after this scene I found myself wrong again and willingly took the blame, mindlessly accepting all plot points afterward. I had immediately accepted all of the incorrect theories I had created since the beginning, denouncing all of my thoughts with only a series of words: “I know it was you. You think I’m an idiot?”
Often times, we find that life can be unpredictably predictable. One can predict that they’ll meet an old friend when visiting back home, and having met them, be a bit bitter or happy. Afterwards, anything is in the ballgame, yes? It’s all up in the air from there. That person could even find an ex whom they dread, yet anxiously wait to meet again. However, that persons trust is failing. After that first, unpredictably predicted encounter, they assume everything is unexpected and therefore, should be unplanned. They’ve lost faith in their word and opinion just a bit. And it’ll keep chipping away if not paid attention to.
Let me ask you a question. Do you agree with all of your opinions, decisions, and thoughts? (Indecisive?) Do you think that what you agree with or what you choose are always right? And lastly, do you see this as a problem?
I do. And I find it something that has to be brought aware and dealt with. It’s a mental epidemic- an epidemic on suppressed mentality.
When you look into politics, journalism, news, and everyday socialization, a suppressed mentality and peer pressure are on the rise. You might see someone agree with a political view because they want to be involved or simply can’t follow along. Or someone could be reading a newspaper, taking in information they will possibly never research.
Obviously, this is all coming from personal perspective and retrospect. I personally stop all planning, theorizing, and thinking after a wall is found in my path, and I hate this. I hate that I, and many others in our world’s population are discouraged after one hiccup.
I desire to train my mind to heed on in spite of obstacles or unpredicted predictables. I want to encourage a mind of steel, one that can face any challenge, any plotline, any problem, and break through with little to no discouragement. In conclusion, I want to bring about the ‘free-thinker’.
Love, Me 💖