We watched the movie, Forrest Gump, again last night. I’ve seen it a number of times but never remember hearing the lines that I am sharing with you here today. It seems like for most of my life, I’ve striven (is that even a word?!) to be something different, something better, something more, than I was.
I could identify much more with Jenny, than with Forrest (a man almost completely at peace with himself).
I realize that he is a character in a movie. But like a wonderful painting, poem, or song can inspire me to see something beyond myself; something on the blurred edges of what I call “my reality”, something that makes me “know” that there is another way to see, feel and experience life, this is what the character of Forrest Gump does for me. And I love him for that.
JENNY: Do you ever dream, Forrest, about who you're going to be? FORREST: Who I'm going to be? Aren't I going to be me?