Dead Poets Society

It was a Friday night, three days before having to sit for a very tedious exam. Going out, socialising and the likes was out of the question, so I stayed home to ‘study’. The thing is in my 16 years of academia, I never managed to get past midnight, so instead I set about looking for a movie to watch and came across Dead Poets Society; for those who never heard of it, it’s a movie about an English teacher who inspires his students to think and be courageous.

The story depicts the struggle between the fear to be free, or rather, make one’s own choices, and the fear of disappointing those who expect you to conform. True the movie is set in an older time, but time has nothing to do with the battle that is ingrained into each and every one of us. The battle to choose between what we wish to do and what we have to do, or need to do. It’s funny really and quite sad that we mentally limit ourselves and live in fear that we are going to disappoint others, preferring to avoid carrying that guilt, rather than make the courageous step to look forward.

Words like these have been said, arguments about being a dreamer or a realist have been argued, but when you think about it, there is nothing much to think about really. It’s about finding a balance, of making yourself happy without being too selfish, about keeping your responsibilities without forgetting who you are. All will end after all, it is our courage to do something great that will give us the fortitude to face all that comes along.