I was making funny faces in the bathroom mirror of a Queenstown cafe yesterday, the direct result of being on the road for too long with not enough sleep. As I tried (and failed) to deliver subtlety back at my reflection it got me to ruminating on a movie I watched on the ride over the pond.
The Old Man and the Gun is a beautiful little crime caper and the perfect vehicle for Robert Redford. Here is a performer who has spent a life in front of the camera. A man who shares his deepest feelings with a mere glance.
The deep secret to acting is that it’s not about making a splash. It’s about shedding light on the tsunami within without making a ripple on the surface.
This principle can be applied to the riddle of life. See, our most cherished memories have nothing to do with superficial moments but rather the subtext of the events.
Those special souls that dedicate themselves to the practice of listening, considering their opinions before airing them are the same ones who have the greatest chance of tasting true fulfillment.