"When you're young, your potential is infinite. You might do anything, really. You might be Einstein, you might be DiMaggio. Then you get to an age when what you might be, gives way to what you have been. You weren't Einstein. You weren't anything. That's a bad moment." --Chuck
For a while now I've been telling my friend Jerry he should watch Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, a comedy/thriller based on the life of American television producer Chuck Barris and his reputed connections with the CIA.
I was already on my way to Jerry's this morning, when I decided to stop in at the local video store to hire the movie out so we could watch it, but as it happens, all their copies had already been rented. I was about to just forget about it, but because I quite liked the movie anyway, I figured I'd see if they had it in at the shops. I wasn't really expecting to find it, knowing my luck, but as I flipped through nearly to the end of the section marked with a "C", I was surprised to see its familiar cover staring back at me.
In his autobiography, Chuck Barris tells his story as a cautionary tale, warning people against wasting their lives. I don't think I'm yet at an age where I can really look back on my life and make any serious judgments. I still have a long way to go, but I think now I'm at a point where I'm concerned and maybe a little fightened that perhaps my potential is slowly slipping away with the passing years. It seems that's often how things go; the delicate dreams of yesterday, slowly fade away into the ordinary.
Confessions of a bad dancer