One of my favorite movies to watch with my girls, is “Up.” I don’t really know why they like it because it seems a little old for them. Yet, they ask for it and I smile inside; grabbing some popcorn. (Is there a movie that you like? Go join the discussion HERE at the Pixorial BlogFrog community)
If you haven’t watched this movie, I’m about to slide into some possible spoilers. Oh…and if you haven’t seen the movie; let me know. I’ll come pull you out from under the rock!
There are two scenes that choke me up every time I see them. The very first time I watched it, the tears fell unbidden. Its scenes that are gut wrenching and somewhat cleansing for an adult.
The first scene is when the Carl Fredrickson and Russel finally reach a destination in the floating house. The fog is thick and the disappointment of believing they are not where they want to be is even thicker. Swirls of the fog cloak shapes and their eyes strain to make out where they have landed. The dark gloominess does nothing to compare the shadow of their emotions.
Out of nowhere come a great gusting wind, causing the pair to cringe and shield their eyes. There is almost a touchable feeling of “Oh God what next?”
But the fog lifts and sunlight pierces through illuminating in front of them a land of dreams. The dreary gray is replaced by the striking color of a lush forest and a waterfall painted with a rainbow.
Their eyes can scarcely take it all in and to see the “I made it to where I want to be” cross their expressions is the sweetest gut wrench. They are still standing on a cliff, miles away from where the heart wants to be, but it’s there in front of them. It’s obtainable. Tangible.
How many times are we so blinded by our disappointment with where we are that we don’t see what is right in front of us just waiting to be revealed? There may be cliffs and miles, but if you keep your eyes on that waterfall and put one foot in front of the other; it’s there waiting for you.
The second scene is where Mr. Fredrickson is looking through a book of “Adventures” that he and his wife had lovingly put together. Sharing their joys, memories and dreams in snapshots. The strength in their union was that they shared every page, every dream and worked together for a goal.
He lovingly caresses each page of the past; the bitter sweet memory of a moment lost forever. As he flips to the last page, there is a tender sentiment to him in his wife’s handwriting to keep having adventures. A dying love’s last wish that life be continued and dreams be fulfilled.
So many years he had spent mourning that he had quit living. He believed that because he couldn’t reach out and touch her, that love and the lust for life was gone forever. He realizes in that moment that she was still there. Love was not lost as he began to live again, instead love was stronger than ever. He was still sharing his adventure with her by living.
Are we ever to a place where we feel that our dreams are gone because life didn’t go according to the pages we had hoped to fill? Do we shut ourselves up and close our shades in mourning?
Don’t wait until the last moment when yellowed pages of memories is all that you have.
Go have an adventure!