You’re Next

“You’re Next”. Have you seen it? It debuted in 2013, and grossed 26.9 million; I can see why. With a budget of 1 million, I’d say it was damn successful. I love movies, and I hate spoilers, so no alerting necessary. The movie is an interesting play on human motivation, and desire. 

We are all so different, and our desires are no different. What drives you? What gets you out of the bed in the morning? I’m surrounded by people who vary in whether or not they like their jobs. For the most part, I hear positive reviews, but occasionally, I hear a grumble or two. My “job” has been a task for me due to personal reasons that I shall not delve into right now, but that’s one for the dislike column. I understand that making a living is something we all have to do unless….you know, but is that our only motivator? 

I believe we all need something to look forward to, and we run into problems when there is nothing in our line of sight. For instance, your something could be going home, slipping into a hot shower and cooking your dinner. You could also look forward to your morning Joe after a workout or your breakfast muffin. The lucky ones are the people who have established multiple things to look forward to, and I want to be one of those. It, like most other things, will require work, but I’m no stranger. 

I’ve recently seen Youtube videos and Instagram quotes that emphasize the importance of romanticizing every part of your day. When I visited Boulder Creek, Colorado for a most expenses paid weekend (we had to purchase our own food even though we charged our late night snacks to the room) on the tab of the 12th Man Foundation, romanticizing was easy—the views were immaculate. Other than those special occasions, I have not successfully romanticized parts of my life because it’s not yet the one I want for myself. 

Habit and obligation get me up in the morning. I habitually get out of bed to face the day because I have to, and that’s the sad reality. I have implemented certain practices that I enjoy like yoga, and journaling, but I’ll keep working on it. I wonder what will motivate me in the future; I can only hope that my genuine enjoyment of my life as a whole will be motivation enough. I pray that it is never money in the way that those guys wanted it (that’s not a spoiler, so I’ve kept my word)— I doubt it. I doubt it because…if you know you know. 

At the end of the movie, my mother/movie partner on the day, playfully added, “good thing I don’t have any money, so I know you won’t try to kill me”—I love her. 

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