Good Gets Better

I'm going to talk about Into the Wild again. And no I'm not sleeping with Sean Penn...anymore.

(Call me, Sean. You at least owe me that.)

So there was a scene in the movie between Chris McCandless (a.k.a. Alex Supertramp) and the gramps (Ron Franz) on a hillside in California. It's been four days since I've seen this movie, and this exchange is still on my mind:

(I'm paraphrasing)

Ron: I think I'm doing OK. I've made a life for myself and its pretty good.
Alex: That's nice, but good gets better.

Spread that on a piece of toast, chase it with some orange juice, and then go touch yourself. Cause it's just that good.

As I journey down the road less traveled (big ups to my man Robert Frost), I have witnessed so many take the nearest exit, and settle. They all look happy, well adjusted and at peace with their decisions. They've made a life for themselves, and it looks pretty good.

But I'm a firm believer that good DOES get better, if you follow through.

I can't tell you how many times on this trek that I've been tempted to pull over and set up camp on the corner of Get A Husband and Pop Out A Baby. I can't tell you how many times I've convinced myself that I'm a fool for thinking I can be successful at this "artistic thing." And I can't tell you how many traps, disguised as opportunities, that I've fell into over the years.

But what I can tell you, is that despite all of that, I'm still on the road. I'm still moving forward. And I'm still determined to see "better." One foot in front of the other.

Sometimes, I'm even too deep for myself.