"I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all."
Through all of the applications, pdf files, countless rants of impending doom, I just wish we could have brought Holden Caulfield to life. He had such a unique and intangible idea of life. In his world, human values of love and kindness override middle class power & success. In his fictional microcosm, you didn’t have to find a run of the mill job or support yourself the “way you should”. Virtually, you weren’t stuck in a backwards walk, forever declining away from the freedom you once knew.
I’ve been told that I am a perceptive person. I think perhaps it is a blessing & a curse. I have my innocence & it haven’t yet fallen from the cliff. Life hasn’t exactly pulled me inside & out on that .50 spin cycle..yet. But I can see the pain, the anguish, the determination it takes to make it in this dogeatdog. Foreseeing is being able to prepare, but it causes more worry and anxiety than one in normality would believe. I take on the problems of giants on my shoulders, but I simply want to be like Holden: the idealist that clings desperately to the notion of paying it forward.
We could all use a little belief that adequacy springs not from that which we do or where we do it, but from the locked door inside of the mind of broken dreamers. In the face of potential (and in this economy, perpetual) failure, the purist form of guts holds the key. God, let’s just hope we make it out alive.