Born Identity...a little bit of relativity to The Bourne Ultimatum

Five left? Are you kidding me?

Nope. Five left!

Christ, this morning I seemed to be dragging a little bit at the gym and Tiff continued breaking the minnesotan horse down to a whiny bitch. That's right...I felt that side clawing its way up my throat and wanting to get out. Then I swallowed the past and continued on. I've got to say that she's making a better man out of me. That's rare.

I can give her all the cred, but I've realized that after seeing The Bourne Ultimatum this weekend, the will seems to be in us all.

Greengrass has done an exceptional job with the franchise since Liman handed the directing reigns over to the man. Some say it was a forced handing over due to Liman's odd approach to directing and the fact that the first film had Uni execs sweating the opening weekend. Rumors swirled that the producers stepped in and recut the film, but alas, the film grossed a surprising 27.1 million back in June of 2002 and spawned Supremacy in '04 and now Ultimatum...

A bit of Bourne is within us all.

Who are we as individuals? Most of us are privy to that information, but a select few don't know where they came from. I'd liken them to the so-80's term, Latchkey kids. The kids who are escorted home after school and made sure they enter their house by the school patrol because their parents are either working or something else...

Bourne suffers from amnesia. Stress related, suppressed, blah blah blah. Car chase. Smashcut. Car chase. Mystery. Pain...

Life itself.

My co-writer's son came out early one morning, very young kid, and he looked at David and I and said;

I woke up. Again!

Those words have haunted me for quite some time. The joy in the child's face, a perplexing paradox of something we sometimes take for granted. Daily. Hourly. The gift of knowing, seeing the past and looking to the near future. Not tomorrow, but 5 minutes from this very moment. Where will you be?

Damon's character goes to the extreme to find his past. Something he lived and ran away from. This provides a great thrill ride. But there is the other notion of simply not knowing a life that was taken....but say you were placed in another. The old saying, the grass is always greener--

Maybe not so much. A blessed soul that's become near and dear to me has a similar story. A life granted to her, raised, and yet knowing of another that was kept away from her until her later years. Adoption.

I'm all for the concept, don't get me wrong, but you hear about it all the time--the question is do you really feel the consequences & challenges surrounding it. I can go on and on about this individual rambling how intriguing, brilliant and enlightening she is, yet she's endured more than a majority of us will ever feel and experience.

She's beyond positive. A quiet positive. Behind her eyes, the quiet positive is stripping away the layers of that very experience. Processing. Adapting. Growing. Nurturing. Soaking in the moment. Her presence reminds of a female version of Gregory Peck...when she's around, you know everything's going to be fine. Strange comparison, but just a comparison to an incredible presence. Her outlook on life itself is staggering. I can't remember the last time I actually listened with my mind, heart & soul like when she speaks. Everything's good and if it's not...

"Peace." And she walks away.

My god, the strength beyond that concept boggles my mind. I continue the mindnumbing process of how she processes and after dubbing her an enigma of this realm, it came to me in a blinding blur and I finally figured out the color of her Karma. (sorry, it's a secret.)

I dwell. Dwell in the past. I hate it. Getting over that obstacle of my very nature...should've, would've, could've...it's all bullshit. Done. Over. Finished. Time to move on--

Knowing...(I originally began this sentence with 'guessing' but deleted it and added this bit) Knowing that at this point in my life, progression of the unknown into uncharted waters is where I will succeed. Life doesn't have a roadmap. But our existence is built around rest stops.

Peace.