Meeting in the Middle
Benjamin Button: You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went, you can curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
Maybe we should start at the beginning.
Life isn’t measured in minutes, but in moments.
The river of time is flowing, but the question of course, is in which direction?
We got a nice Christmas card from the Smiths, wonderful people who lived next door to us before we moved several years ago. It’s nice to keep in touch with our good friends…
Queenie: You never know what’s comin’ for ya.
Life is full of paradox, and I am forever wondering if the cup is half full or half empty.
If you have had the pleasure of seeing Benjamin Buttons, you may be able to relate with his story.
Being a member of the sandwich generation, we know the cycle of life has us coming and going.
If you are like me, as a modern parent, you probably wonder “How do we take care of our own needs when we are spending so much time caring for our parents, our children, our jobs?”
We sure need long arms to handle the work load.
Have you learned to enjoy the depths of a frigid, black winter’s night, as well as the beauty of a morning sunrise in summer?
The Smiths said they missed us, and that the neighborhood wasn’t the same anymore without us. Even the ones who thought we would drive out the wildlife missed us.
Do you believe in fate, in Kismet?
Or do you believe in our ability to make choices, and change the course of our destiny?
Benjamin Button: [Voice over; letter to his daughter] For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
“There goes the neighborhood” was one of the first things we heard muttered under his breath from the Smith’s son while we began clearing the lot. We love to build houses for ourselves…
Benjamin Button: Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance.
What do you do?
There is One who’s arms are not too short; they reach everybody.
When we first met him, Mr Smith asked me how come we built out house backwards. We were high on a hill, and the front of his house faced the road to the west, the way it is supposed to be built. He had a steep driveway that was treacherous in winter.
We took a different path in to our house from behind the neighbor’s homes. It was a flat and gentle slope. This house facing east was special; the pond we built attracted deer, turkeys, ducks, fox, hawks, and blue heron.
We told him “We like to watch the Master painter at work, especially early in the evening, when it’s easier to see him leaving his fingerprints.”
Benjamin Button: They said I was gonna die soon but, maybe not.
Daisy: You’re odd.
Benjamin Button: I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is.
Daisy: Some things last.
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