81. Matrix Choices
Okay, so Matrix Revolution isn't the best movie. There is way too much violence, certain scenes are way too long, and overall there is little to recommend the film as having any entertainment value whatsoever. On the other hand, for those who have seen the first two Matrix films, one is compelled to see how the conceptual aspects of the storyline are played out.
I for one, was not disappointed, a little bored at times, on the verge of getting a headache from the over-long action sequences maybe, but no, not disappointed. I accept that the writers/directors took a simple concept of "making choices" and created drama based upon dire consequences resulting from variables of this concept. If one really stops to think about it, we are living the Matrix Revolution in real life today, maybe not so much in the U.S.A., but pretty close to it in other parts of the world, where the real life threatening drama is non-ending.
At the film's conclusion, I have to say that I was a little stunned. I literally sat there with my mouth hanging open, frozen in time, realizing that I had just been struck with the proverbial bolt of epiphany. The common mental response at first, in this instance is "OH My God!" "How utterly simply obvious!" The emotional response then follows, a sense of complete acceptance and understanding, which fills one with a sense of quiet peace, rendering one a little speechless. I wasn't the only person still sitting there after most of the audience had departed.
While I remained seated, as the film credits were rolling, my entire life flashed before my mind's eye. I was reminded of every past major decision I had ever made, how each decision affected my life journey, and how each decision impacted another. THIS is one of the really tremendously wonderful aspects of aging; one has lived a long enough span of time where one can actually see a pattern of cause and effect. I'm happy to say that I've been very consistent and true to my instincts, much to the chagrin of most who know me.
Life is all about choices, isn't it?
I was around 19 or 20 when I experienced the first major "revolution" in my life. I had been attending a junior college majoring in Pre-Dental Hygiene for over a year. There I was, taking an entrance exam at U.S.C. and being tested for my manual dexterity with a chalk carving exercise. As I was carving, I envisioned myself looking into people's mouths everyday for the rest of my life and on the spot decided I couldn't do it. Without further thinking, I "chose" to get up, walk out, and then quickly began to feel dread towards the aspect of going home to tell my parents.
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