Living up to the title of this blog seems unavoidable, however, continuing to write about the unfolding story is just the opposite.
In my post-graduation wandering I’ve found myself in many places and on many projects. Though the opportunities that have been presented have been exhilarating, as I look back I realize how easily I have lost sight of the original goal.
We all had one, I’m sure: the goal for after graduation. Of course we knew it would take a while to reach it, of course we heard those of an older generation telling us we had no idea what hard work was and that if they only knew what they had to put up with in their day.
“It’ll work out, just make money. You’ll get it.”
We believed them and struggled and flailed. And here we are devouring Game of Thrones at the same speed as bags of M&Ms. And we’ve lost it.
That thing we held in our minds when we leaped from the realm of the theoretical into the grind of the practical.
Where did it go?
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that our whole lives we were told how special we were and showered with comforts to go with it. And somehow our parents managed surprise when we couldn’t seem to grasp the idea of suffering for a long time and not receiving any reward for it. Am I the only one?
Imagine a group of talented, trained, hard-working artists collectively creating, telling stories together. Imagine the potential of this kind of unit. Imagine the rewarding work that could come from a group that was dedicated to loving their toil and loving each other, a group that included people into their work, encouraged and challenged and built and restored. Imagine a converted warehouse, a place of industry and creativity and meeting. And in the basement an aquaponics endeavor, maybe a hydro-electric hookup and geothermal or solar to offset operating costs.
Where did it go?
Feeling banished on that Antipodean isle for a year and a half I was met with an inability to run, and an absolute difficulty in finding worth in my work. But that contract to a job that promised no fame and no fortune, nor even a sure “step up” in the world of motion picture, turned out to be a much-needed sentence. Like the prison cell at the bottom of the pit Bruce Wayne finds himself in. He just needed a place to re-grow his backbone.
Of course the place I worked in Sydney was not anywhere close to a jail cell. There were fantastic co-workers and a grueling objective of opening the eyes of the new to a world of possibilities. But I could not help but question how binding books, making copies and ordering brochures could possibly get me closer to my GOAL.
And even traveling for work from project to project sounds adventurous, but when your day to day consists of the same grind you’d find in any lifeless suburb, you begin to see that travel alone doesn’t save you. Nor does it inherently get you closer to where you want to be. And it’s difficult to keep sight of what could be when you’re drowning in the mundane.
But I have noticed a trend.
When I return to familiar places and reconnect with familiar people there is something rekindled. A vision returns from the blur of ambiguity. To vision cast with fellow entrepreneurs and trailblazers is like bursting from the surface of the rapids and breathing fresh air.
So the missing part of the equation is comradery…or fellowship…or that tragically over-used word that has thus been stripped of all meaning: community.
With dozens of options for next steps I’m returning to a familiar place in pursuit of an exciting new project. After shooting a feature film in the Philippines it’s time to create a story of our own. With Writer/Director and Co-Producer Randy May, I’m telling a story of evil geology.
More to come.