There’s gonna be a time in your life when you begin to question everything. One day, for some reason, you’re gonna stop and you’re gonna think. And then you’ll ask. Why? Why am I doing this? What am I even doing? Are the things that I’m doing even important to me at all? And then you might have a minor freakout. Quite possibly, you will move forward with your life thinking that nothing has changed. But something has. Something’s different. The little pieces inside of you don’t fit like they used to. You’re uncomfortable. At first, you might not even notice. You might even think you’re fine. This is normal. Everyone goes through something like this, you think. I’m just making a big deal out of nothing. You’re wrong. You’re making a big deal out of something. Because something is terribly, terribly wrong, and something has always been terribly, terribly wrong, but the problem is… you’ve started to notice.
The problem is you’re not happy. Now you may be thinking: that’s not true, of course I’m happy. And maybe you are. But that doesn’t stop that weird thing inside of you, your soul maybe, that one thing (or maybe multiple things) that’s pestering you and won’t shut up. It’s okay. People will probably tell you that you’re just going through a phase. But it’s not just a phase. You’re learning, you’re experiencing, and one day, after realizing lots and lots of other things, many of which may not even be true… one day or one week or one month or one minute or one second… In one moment, you will realize happiness.
I’ll elaborate on happiness in a Monte Cristo post. Because Monte Cristo, both the character and the book itself, makes me very very happy (my goal in life is pretty much to be Haydeé). But for now, let’s talk Rocky. Like that one really old boxing movie that everyone knows about but has never actually watched because they were probably super young at the time anyway.
So I’m gonna go ahead and give my opinion here and say that Rocky is a good person. A bit rough around the edges, but oh, aren’t we all? And basically Rocky is stuck in a really crappy situation and he kinda hates his life. But there are some redeeming factors. He has some friends, one of whom has a cute, nerdy sister. All of a sudden, Rocky who -shocker- is a boxer, gets invited to some sort of big tournament thing and he’s hesitant at first. Because all his life he’s been looked down on and he’s not sure if he wants his fate to play out in the public eye against one of the most well known boxers of the time. But Rocky’s friends and now girlfriend encourage him to go for it. And man does he go for it. At the end of the day, Rocky wins, and there will be a portion of the audience who thinks that Rocky doesn’t win, but trust me, Rocky wins.
Now that that very vague plot summary is done with, I’m gonna go all pseudo-English teacher and encourage you to draw parallels between Rocky and yourself. No offense to any of my readers (love you guys), but I highly doubt any of you are professional boxers. But that doesn’t matter. Because Rocky first and foremost, like all characters, is a person. The point of reading books isn’t to analyze them for the author’s fulfillment. Let’s be real, the author is rich or dead or writing another book and she/he/they don’t care. And the best authors understand that books are for their readers. Yes, they worked very hard to make their work of art and they probably packed in tons and tons of symbolism and thematic intent, but at the end of the day if they wanted to write that book for themselves, then they sure as hell shouldn’t have published it. Because anything that’s out in the open like that is fair game. So yeah, any pretentious literature freaks should leave you alone because you’re reading for you and no one else. And one of the most important things to remember while reading is that you’re learning. Books are a gateway into someone else’s imagination. So when you empathize with these characters and you feel it in the depths of your soul, remember that the point of reading is not to simplify people – it’s to humanize them. Imagine people as you imagine characters. Complexly and with compassion.
I think that’s enough existentialism for tonight, it’s getting kind of late, I’m always here for you, and if all else fails, there’s always ice cream.