Even I wouldn’t go to see a movie about my life. I’ve never suffered a tragedy, never been romanced, never overcome a terminal illness or saved a child from drowning. My life, up to this point, has been a journey of the heart more than a series of adventures. My obstacles to conquer have been internal, invisible to the casual onlooker. I can identify with Donald Miller’s desire to re-write his life when he is given a chance to re-create his story on film. Who’s perfectly content with the way that he or she lives everyday life? Wouldn’t we all be thrilled to receive the gift of shaping our everyday routines into something memorable and worthy of a story? This brings me to the question, “What makes things, events, times, places and people memorable?”
A single scene from my life that stands out in my memory is my first day of third grade.
I had never been to a “real school” before that year and my young heart was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. As a homeschooler, I had never before experienced the fear of rejection by other children. I walked into my small elementary school, which seemed so overwhelming at the time, completely unaware that I would be judged according to what I wore and what kind of backpack I had. To me, walking up to that building the first day of third grade represents the journey of identity that was dawning in my life and that is why I remember it so clearly.
Questions:
Are events memorable because they impact you deeply, or do
events impact you deeply because they are easily remembered?
If we know that our lives are boring, why do we continue to
live in broken-record routines? How could we change if we wanted to?
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