So I just watched this movie called “The Darjeeling Limited” with David Tate out here in sunny Las Vegas. it was a really good movie; kinda strange, but that may have made it what it was. its story followed three brothers on a “spiritual journey” that they all took together. the point of this journey was to become like brothers again because they hadn’t been talking for a while. one tried to kill himself, one was heartbroken and the last was overly mourning the loss of their father. throughout the whole trip, they all carried their own pieces of their father’s old luggage. the trip took them to see their mother, who had skipped out on the father’s funeral. when confronted, she said, simply, that she didn’t want to go to it; she said the past was over and they should get to moving on. then there was a clip showing all of the people featured (or mentioned) in the film on a train. they were all going somewhere. we’re all going somewhere. finally, after this encounter, the three brothers ran to catch a train and dropped all of their father’s luggage.

I know, pulling meaning from movies is cliché, but I can’t help it.

we all have to move on rom our past to get to the next stop on our trip. we’re always going to be on a train or a bus or a car or what have you, but we’ll always be moving. the choices we make get us from one vehicle to the other, but we’re always continually moving. this is inspiring to me as a 19 (almost 20) year old, feeling stuck in college, feeling lost and out of place. I have to remember that I’m always moving and I’m always being brought to somewhere new: vegas? nashville? what about seatle? chicago? or maybe my train is taking an extended stop in pittsburgh. even if I’m in the same place, i’ll always be moving and growing and changing and becoming something new. the only thing that can stop me is myself. but why stop? I’d rather keep moving.