Some people say the meaning of life is all about your perspective.
Some say that the meaning of life is perspective.
That seems like a bit of a cop-out – like we can just leave it there and move onto other, smaller things.
It was an interesting audience last night – a hundred or so fourteen and fifteen year old kids from a private school. There was a bit of chatter and whispering, probably some illicit texting, and a few silly reactions to things that really weren’t very silly.
The thing is, I was that kid, once. I once sat there and didn’t see what was right in front of my face. There was a time, not so long ago, that I didn’t pay any attention to the world as it passed me by.
But in between then and now… something clicked. I don’t know what it was, or even if it was a specific time or place, but I didn’t forget those years, or what happened, or who influenced me, or who taught me things.
It is stuck in here.
Tonight, another show, another audience. Kids and their parents, this time, including my own two. I’ve spent time telling them about the show, about the war, about Vimy, about what it might have been like to live in that time. Who knows how they’ll react?
There’s mystery in that, you know, that I wouldn’t trade for all the sold-out shows in the world.
more later – joel