So yesterday I said I'd talk about what it means to be successful, and I did actually think about it this morning, but now I'm on a totally different vein all together and may get back to that one sometime in the future. So my friends couldn't get their act together so instead of being in a bar, drinking green beer and singing irish drinking songs like any good Christian girl should be doing on St. Paddy's day, I was left high and dry with Hatch at Burger King in Leesburg. I was in a FOUL mood. So we gave up and went to see the final Lord of the Rings--not because we wanted to (just the opposite) but because we felt that we'd dedicated enough of our lives to the other two movies that we might as well see the trilogy through to the finish. So yeah, went to the final, 47 hour movie that won every oscar known to man (and some that aren't invented yet). I was bored for the most part. Don't like that kinda thing, though Sam is quite a stand up guy. But here's my thought: Gollum is a character that struggles so much with an object that he has attached so much of his identity to--he knows it will kill him to keep it and part of him wants to let it go, but he struggles with being confident that it is worth it. That letting go of something that embedded into a life is worth it, simply for the life that is possible without it. But he never fully lets it go, and thus that desire to live in both worlds (that with the ring and that without it) proves his downfall. Did he genuinely want to see the ring destroyed? Most likely no. But he knew its power, he knew its harm, he had some compassion for Froto because of it.
What in my life is my ring? Too much.
I stumble.
