First off, Happy Memorial Day to all the men and women who serve this country. Despite any personal beliefs I have regarding war and violence, I have the utmost respect for those in the military and what they do everyday.
Secondly, I have no quote of the day. The world hasn’t ceased to be funny, but lately my mind focused too much on the non-funny things that chances for laughter just passed me by. Tired of wallowing, I decided last week to just throw myself into the pages of books, into words. I’m on my third book, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey.
The movie adaption came out in 1975, starring a very young Jack Nicholson. If you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend you do. Regardless of whether or not you’ve seen the movie, I highly recommend reading the book.
It isn’t exactly comical but one particular line stuck out to me that I thought I’d share with the rest of the Internet:
“I think that maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He’s what he is, that’s it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is.”
Since I was a child, I’ve been switching on and off different masks like I was putting on a play for the rest of the world. At one point, it made me feel invincible. But it doesn’t anymore; it just makes me tired.
The solution seems pretty clear now. Maybe it is enough to just be me–whoever that may be. Maybe that’s where I’ll find my strength, and if I just put my masks away forever, maybe I’ll be something extraordinary.