Fucking Life, Gilligan...
"Life is basically like the characters from Wizard of Oz fucked the cast of Gilligan’s Island."
To the best of my momentary comprehension, life seems to be a repetitive journey of returning to self, remembering what we somehow already know, and figuring out that we actually had it all along. A recursive and sometimes violent tilt-a-wheel of returning to Home if you will.
Life is basically like the characters from Wizard of Oz fucked the cast of Gilligan’s Island.
Why Wizard of Oz? I’m glad you asked…
Wizard of Oz highlights good and evil, and each character believes that they are missing something inside of themselves to the point where they need to seek it outside of themselves. They go on a long, dangerous journey, overcoming obstacles and becoming heroes in their own ways. When they finally meet the great all powerful Oz, they are humbled when they realize that he is nothing more than a man and not even a very good man at that. In some ways less of a man… riddled with insecurities, self doubt, and seeking external validation. A man that was just trying to fill a avoid in his existence through fakery and bravado, which was simply a different manifestation of looking outside of themselves. It is not much different than what they had been doing through their journey. After all, they realized what they thought they were missing, had been with them all along. Their journey gave them the confidence to believe it and the conviction to remember it.
That repetition learning seems to be a heavy aspect of our human condition. It is easy to seek answers outside of ourselves and absolutely useful to accelerate growth, but outsourcing our accountability and responsibility seems to usually end in heartache and disappointment from my experience. No one else can do it for you, they do not want too, and in reality you do not really fucking want them to anyways. Disempowerment is a quick breeder of resentment.
So how does the orgy of existence represented in Gilligan’s Island possibly run a train on the heartless Tinman? I’m glad you asked….
Gilligan’s Island better exemplifies the complicated nature of the darkness that exists in our humanness. Each character is a representation of the 7 deadly sins (credit to Peter Thiel HERE). The Wizard of Oz oversimplifies the characters in the journey. When our sinful type natures run the show, it becomes quite difficult to realize that what we are seeking, we truly have all along. It complicates, shadows, misdirects, and hides the simplicity with complexity with the icing of mind fuckery.
Seek long enough and we may find though… or… perhaps we will just get so worn out that we decide to starve the ‘buts’ and feed the simplicity in love. Following the heart rarely leads astray in the long term.
A thank you to my friend Josh for a random message reminding me of something I had told him about the feeling of Home being one of the best feelings to experience. And a big thank you and fuck you to my parents for raising me in Kansas, where I will be forever haunted by Dorothy and Toto jokes. It is a great place to be FROM. Still there is no place like home, but fortunately it is not there anymore.
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