All the movie scenes about finding yourself somewhere other than where you grew up are about your destination. Sure they give a thirty second tribute to where you’ve come from, generally using the cliché shot of the main character staring out the back of a foggy car window amid a jungle of boxes, but that is quickly forgotten in favor of a city full of skyscrapers and illusions of opportunity. It’s always the same. The story is all about the person leaving, not who or what the person left. It’s always about whom they meet, not who they forgot. But there are lies in this.
Filmmakers tend to steer away from the idea that the clip of the person’s life being portrayed is as short of a span as the past which is briefly described and abandoned for this whole new turn of the leaf. But when you turn over a leaf, you find that it’s nothing more than a leaf. Unless photosynthesis and other means of science are your fancy then there is nothing significant about that. It’s the same with life. Sure all these people in this new part of the life, the characters in the movie, are new, but soon they’ll be the ones you’re leaving in favor of new ones in the next step, the sequel.
People labor under the false impression that life is about the people with them or those in front of them. They all too quickly forget those behind them. It is ok to turn your back. It is ok to take the next few strides in your journey but dismissing the steps behind you leaves you empty without a story or a past. Life is a series of steps yes but it is more importantly a journey. The people you leave behind are as important to that as the people beside you or the people in front of you. Because in the end they’re all just people and they all have something to teach you whether or not you know it so long as you’re willing to pay attention.
As obscure and possibly convoluted as this might sound, life, I’m finding, isn’t about where you’re going. It’s about where you’ve been, where you are, and where you’ll end up.