Roots and Wings
I was watching the movie Sweet Home Alabama last night. I have seen this movie a number of times but I caught a part of conversation I never really understood before. It's when they are in the dog cemetery and she says that she loves New York, but she comes back home and Alabama fits too. Ok, so first I must say that I am from Alabama and as redneck and crazy everyone thinks Alabama is, it actually is quite a lovely place with all it's southern charm. Anyway, a side note. So she says this and then he says "You can't have roots and wings." I started thinking about that. I don't have any wonderful insight to offer here, I just thought it was something interesting to consider. I am at a point in life I guess you could say where I have the opportunity to choose: Roots or Wings. But do you think you can have both? I like to think you can. Roots are important. It's what makes you who you are. It's where you come from. Family and old friends are priceless. But Wings. Wings are important too. I see wings as dreams. I like to dream big. I like to think I can make a difference. I like to think I can change the world. Maybe I'm young and naive. But maybe not. I guess when I am old and gray I can answer the question: What did you choose, Roots or Wings? I'm hoping that my answer will be both.