I’ll be straight up honest here: the past 3 and a half weeks I’ve just been feeling sad and unmotivated and I’ve been crying nearly constantly. Partly it is due to stress of submissions and the consequent feeling of failure after not being able to deliver what I wanted to in the previous half of the course. Partly it is due to something so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things and life, but something that affected me more than I could ever imagine, all just because of a K-pop idol I like and admire from a K-pop group that I realise is a bigger coping mechanism to me than I ever imagined they would be. Partly it is likely due to some form of SAD, seasonal affective disorder, deciding to screw up my life a bit more, as nearly every winter I experience a bout of melancholy at some point. Lately it has been because of my lack of a dream or personal goal for the future and the anxiety that comes with the feeling of being a failure and a disappointment.
I started writing this post yesterday, after a particularly hard bout of melancholy hit me. Coincidentally enough, today’s lecture was about failure. When we were asked to talk about a failure of ours I jokingly said that I myself was a failure and promptly started tearing up. I envy people with a dream a lot. I wish I had a personal passion bright enough to fuel my work towards said goal. Be it a practice I want to pursue or a topic I want to be the red thread weaving its way throughout my life, I just want to be able to hold onto something in this swirling chaos of uncertainty. Anything is better than nothing. Failing at achieving a goal is better than having no goal at all. I’m failing before I can even start failing. Is that not the ultimate failure?
I contemplated yesterday about this and have reached a metaphorical fork or wall in my thinking about life. Does life get meaning from the pursuit of a dream or does it get meaning at the end when looking back at reached achievements (however big or small said dreams or achievements are)? Is not having a goal in life bad in and of itself or is it merely bad because it is not supported by this capitalist rat race mentality we are supposed to have? Who or what am I supposedly failing by not having a dream? Is it myself? But how can I fail myself by not knowing what I want to do? Am I failing my parents? To a certain extent yes, but they have also expressed that most of all they want me to be able to live a life I want to live and be happy. (Getting a masters would be desirable however. :’)) Am I failing life itself? What is the purpose of a life if not to live it, but how does one live it fully? Who is the judge of my, or anyone’s, life?
I was considering how stories reflect our thinking about what a life is supposed to be. Is the media we consume (un)consciously telling us how to live a life? Are we meant to be the heroic main characters in our lives, resolving conflicts and building tension, living a three act structure, in the end winning or losing depending on what kind of epic story it is? Or is that same media a means of escape from a life that does not contain any of those? Our fascination with celebrities and millionaires, unordinary people living unordinary lives, my own love of K-pop idols. All that to distract us from a life that we might not consider to be worth as much as those other people’s lives. But just as I love these idols that are seemingly ‘perfect’, I most of all love seeing them doing ordinary things: eating food, playing games, making jokes, things found in the every day lives of people their age, showcasing that they are still just ordinary people. If I can appreciate the day to day of these other people, why not in my own life? I was reminded a movie I like a lot: Paterson by Jim Jarmusch. I initially just watched it because it stars Adam Driver and I quite liked Only Lovers Left Alive, another movie by Jarmusch, but watching the movie I found a serene beauty in it.
The movie shows a week in a bus driver’s life, a bus driver who also likes to write poetry. Initially I thought the movie would do something with the poetry, maybe make the publication of his poems the main issue in the movie and while it is mentioned in the film, my expectations were flipped on their head, as the movie didn’t follow that path and is indeed merely that: a week in his life. No three act structure, no conflict (or at most, his thinking about getting twins for kids), and most of all the main character, Paterson himself. He had no further ambitions aside from just living his life. He didn’t want his poetry to be more than just poems he writes for himself. He didn’t have big goals in life and is living a, in my opinion, fulfilled life with a beautiful wife and a stubborn little dog. It was such a refreshing movie in its simplicity and its depiction of the beauty of little every day things, something that also struck me in Only Lovers Left Alive (the scene of these centuries old vampires still being amazed by a simple mushroom). The mundane transforming into the sublime. A depiction of a life most people could relate to.
That also made me think of slice of life anime: a genre of anime that don’t really have a structure with an overarching arc, much conflict, etc. Instead, the genre focuses on the day to day events of a mundane life. It is however a genre that is quite popular. Could media like that be a means of escape from a life that is full of expectations to meet? Watching something about a life we can relate to? The popularity of vloggers, too, might be an indicator of the need for relatability in our media consumption. Can we sense a shift in media we consume and want to consume and more interestingly, is it an indicator in shifting perceptions of what living entails? A shift from watching something we cannot achieve, but want to, to watching something that can be achieved and feeling satisfied with it.
A currently airing anime that I started watching is Hoshiai no Sora/Stars Align. It is not what I would really call a slice of life anime, even though it is categorised as one on MAL. Rather it is a sports anime, more specifically a tennis anime. However, unlike most sports anime, which tend to focus on becoming the best and winning competitions, showcases a very mundane depiction of a high school sports club. Yes, they are working on winning a competition, but not for glory. Instead, it is merely so the club doesn’t end up having to disband. Most importantly, and most surprisingly, though, it depicts lives that aren’t picture perfect or how they are expected to be in a lighthearted sports anime, as all characters face difficulties in their lives, be it their family situation, anxiety, or bullying. A very mature, realistic, and important depiction of life. The soft ball tennis club thus shows the importance of having people around you that support you fully and are open and understanding and how together you can work to overcome such harrowing events. Needless to say, I highly recommend everyone to watch it!
In the end, there is no real point to this blog post other than just air my own feelings and consider what I want to do in life. As an ending message I just want to wish good luck to everyone pursuing their dreams, but to those who don’t have any like me, to take it easy and that life will surely figure itself out. While you might not see much progress in the day to day, after a long period of time, you’ll look back and see that you’ve grown. You are not a failure.
(Now if only I can listen to my own advise… 😅)