I’ve been busy with my job (part-time middle school librarian) and my small online businesses. I’m ready for a respite: one short-but-blissful week of Spring Break. First order of business: rest. Then, read and write. Finally, do a bit of spring cleaning (maybe).
I recently watched the documentary The Kingdom of Dreams and Madness about the men at the helm of Studio Ghibli. I was struck by Hayao Miyazaki’s poignant reflection on humanity’s dreams. He labels Horikochi’s dreams of building planes (Horicochi is the protagonist of Miyazaki’s last–and supposedly final– animated film The Wind Rises) as “cursed dreams” because they were corrupted by the circumstances of his time (WWII). Then Miyazaki adds: “Animation too. Today all of humanity’s dreams are cursed somehow. Beautiful yet cursed dreams.”
It is indeed true that society and circumstances often corrupt our noble and beautiful dreams and even use them to enslave us. When that happens, we must find the courage to stand against the onslaught and remain free and true to ourselves, no matter the cost. We must seek the higher path and stay on it. We must fight for our soul’s freedom and escape society’s bog of fear, pride, greed, hate, anger, and ignorance. Only then will we have the chance to become better human beings–capable and free to realize our noble and beautiful dreams for our own benefit and the benefit of others. And even if we are never given the opportunity to pursue our dreams, even if we die before we can begin to try, we’ll have had the satisfaction of having fought the good fight and of having remained free and true to ourselves and our calling.
One of the characters in the book A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Oseki, is a young pacifist poet who is conscripted against his will to serve in WWII as a kamikaze pilot. He chooses to remain true to himself and his principles and thus pays the ultimate price for his soul’s freedom.
Freedom is never free. By the same token, artistic freedom is never free. There’s always a small or big sacrifice to make. There’s always a short or long battle to fight. Sooner or later we end up asking ourselves–as Hayao Miyazaki does in the documentary–if our beautiful dreams are even worthwhile: “If you really think about it, is this not just some grand hobby? Maybe there was a time when you could make films that mattered, but now? Most of our world is rubbish. It’s difficult.”
I believe our beautiful dreams are worthwhile, even if they are “just some grand hobby.” They feed our souls and often the souls of others. In a world that’s mostly rubbish, they fill us with beauty and help us grow and become better human beings. They gift us with wings and allow us to experience imagination and transcendence. Our beautiful dreams matter because our souls and the souls of others matter.
I will now enjoy my short week of rest by continuing to live my God-given beautiful dream: to create beauty in small, simple ways and to share it with others.
“A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.” from A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Oseki