I Saw the TV Glow and the Call to Adventure

How many of us? Just how many of us are living a life that feels like ours? How many of us are simply just living? How many of us have taken a job because it felt like the “right” thing to do? And how many of us have led a life that leaves something to be desired? These are the themes that are explored in this visceral film. The main character struggles with his queer identity. Struggles to accept himself. The fear of the unknown is something that pervades much of humanity. As I’m typing this the haunting melodies from the fictional band in the movie play in the background. The very song is expressing how the protagonist feels. He wants to desperately be himself but he’s afraid of what will come with it. This is one of my favorite movies for a reason. It’s been a comfort of mine for some time. This is only the fifth or sixth time watching this movie.

I had to ask myself why is that? I’ve come to the conclusion that I see myself in the main character. The call to adventure. The call to go deeper. Like Neo in the Matrix. You can either live in a dream world that is essentially an illusion, or you can go deeper and find out how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Throughout the film there’s this sense that the character in the plot is running out of time. Even when seemingly all hope is lost there’s still this sense that the character can turn back time and start living as he truly is meant to be.

We’ve all exchanged the truth for a lie at some point in our lives. Sometimes it’s easier to believe the lie. This lie however, this belief that we are truly living life is the biggest deception of all. You think, I have a job. I have a source of income. Maybe you are in school. Everything can appear fine on the surface. But inside we are facing an inner turmoil of great magnitude.

“Do you remember the TV show we used to watch?” “Are you sure it was just a TV show?”

The basic themes of the call to adventure permeate this entire movie. I know the feeling. Often times I feel like I’m just watching my life play out as if it’s an episode of television. Every day feels like an echo of the last. I’m well aware of what I ought to be doing but for some reason I can’t help but do what I rather not do. The biggest deception of all is that we have time. The only thing certain about life is death. The hour of our death no one knows. We all think that we have enough time before the clock runs out. If we all had a timer set that we could see of just how many hours, minutes, days we have left… How would we choose to live? Would you call up a relative you haven’t spoke to in a long time? Who would you forgive? How would you choose to live your life from that point onwards. This film is essentially a horror film but something about it is so comforting. I believe the movie in and of itself is a call to adventure. A call to know ourselves more deeply. The themes of gender identity aside I believe this film has something for all of us. That most importantly we must live out our truth. That the illusion that there is time is nothing more than that. An illusion. How will you decide to live your life today?

Truth in Cliche

What is my truth?

How can I express words I can’t even fathom?

What keeps me separate from everyone else?

I feel like an alien. An alien whose spacecraft just landed on planet Earth.

I live in a wasteland. There’s nothing here. Nothing but dried rocks and hardly anything salvageable.

I must come to terms with this chasm deep within myself.

It longs to be filled with something sweet, like the promise of love.

I’m wondering if such a thing exists for me. True love, that is.

If we’re not here to love then what are we here for?

Surely not the promises of glory or acclaim.

Nay, those aren’t the things I seek.

Sometimes I close my eyes and start to dig. I never know what I might excavate.

This land I live in is like an excavation site and new things turn up every day.

I must remain strong. It’s the way of this world.

Memories pushed to the side sit atop the surface. The only way out is through.

Respite

I feel like the prisoner in my own mind…

Longing to break free…

What’s it going to take to break this spell that’s on me?

What’s real and what’s fake? What’s true and what’s false?

Lines are blurred and I escape reason and dance a dance full of folly

Afraid of what the future holds. I’d do anything to hear a word of encouragement. To hear something comforting.

I feel like I’m defective. Must be something wrong with me…

I try to fix myself but if I’m the problem then how can I fix things myself?

I’m altogether burdened and long for respite.

Who will be the shoulder for me to lean on? Where can my soul find its peace at long last?

I search everywhere for answers, frantically, not a moment of rest, restlessly looking for the answer…

I

I don’t want to ruin this perfect moment. I’m so sorry that I’m thoughtless and think too much all at once.

I just want the song to echo. I want to feel it in my bones. I want to fly. I want the melody under my wings as I soar. A language that blurs barriers. Cultures becoming one. Things closing in on each other and becoming closer.

I find my power in my heart. Deep within my emotions.

I feel like I’ve been forgotten. Nobody bothers to keep up with me these days. I feel like an apparition. But I know I’m here for so much more. So… much more. I want to be all that I can be.

Then, why am I still asking for permission? The person I’ve been waiting for all along: Find them in me. I gain strength to fight another day. To live another day.

I don’t want to live as a coward. I want to take risks. I want to be bold. And proclaim it from the highest mountain.

Oh God, hear my prayer and establish me high above any worry or stress.

I long to be lifted up.

Addicted

I long for the days of yesterday…

It seemed that I could feel with a huge capacity and the desire to create was enormous

I sing a song of yesterday and for a moment a ray of sun shines upon me where otherwise I’m caught in a storm

The mundanity of life. The same rituals. The same practices. I’m caught in an insane loop.

It feels like I don’t have control over some things. I think a lot about destiny. I think a lot about it and I wonder if I’m destined to fail. Maybe because I’m too weak willed, weak minded, too driven by emotions.

Strange, because I once thought that to be good. I don’t always know what to believe and I am caught in a vortex of futility. I long for my release.

Always thought I’d be the hero in my own story but I feel more and more like the villain with each passing day.

I think a lot about my own capacity. My own capacity to make it through things… Is it true this time that it’s withered? The confrontation I’ve longed for all my life. The test that was to come. Did I fail? Did I not make it? Did I miss the bus?

I think about these things all day and they become my mantra.

Any bit of hope is welcome. I can’t see in the dark and neither can you.

Song of songs call me home!

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